Volume I

Chapter 1

Prologue

It was a depressing morning, gray skies and distant sun. The cold air of Alaskan wind sifted through the roads, and weaved between the homes of the few residents that lived in the town of Valdez. Blaire, a young woman of the ripe age of twenty years. She was shorter than the average woman, only four feet and eleven inches. Despite this, she was rather petite as well. Blaire was only about ninety five pounds, but this was not due to malnourishment. Blaire was a heavy eater, but her metabolism was faster than her mouth could devour.

The young woman had lengthy hair that settled just above her hips. To boot, she had bright freckles that matched her ginger hair, which caught the eye of nearly any man that crossed her path. This fit her unnatural eyes, adding to her incredible beauty. A bright, almost neon green. It was a genetic defunct, no doubt, yet her eyes were proof otherwise. Anyone who gazed into her eyes, found them majestic and soothing.

Aside from her immense beauty, however, Blaire was a very timid and reclusive type. No amount of compliments or flirtatious encounters could cure Blaire of her great ambivalence towards her own appearance, and also existence. Born in Seattle of Washington state, in a rather wealthy family no doubt, Blaire had always hated the status that came with her existence.

Everything was faux, disingenuous and materialistic. Not only the lifestyle, but every single rich man and woman that surrounded Blaire and her family, including almost everyone in her family as well. From her mother and father, to uncles and cousins, to nephews and nieces, Blaire had found them all to be selfish and prideful. Anything that they deemed less than, was to be discarded and tossed aside. But no amount of indoctrination was ever enough to convince Blaire that any of it was true.

It was only after she started her first year in college, a prestigious one at that, in which she found her mental psyche beginning to fall to pieces. Pressure from her parents on the path to success, in their own eyes, including conditions upon her failure to impress, had begun to lead Blaire down a path of self realization. She had never been happy, not truly. If anything, Blaire only wanted to free herself from the cruel life that had enveloped her since birth.

Before the access to the funds allotted to her could be forbidden, Blaire had cut her ties to her entire family and fled as far north as she could reach. Alaska was her final destination, but it was not enough. Fearful that her family would hunt her down to the ends of the earth, Blaire ultimately found herself in a small town named Valdez on the coast of the north pacific ocean.

Changing her last name, and using only cash transactions to cover her tracks, she had finally felt free from sin and misery when she awoke on the twenty fourth day in the small home that she purchased under a false name. While she was young, she had learned a great many deceitful skills at the hands of her corrupt family. Blaire had gotten out of bed, realizing that for the first time in twenty four days she did not have a nightmare during her sleep. These nightmares would involve her family finding her, killing her out of revenge, among other alarming things.

She got out of bed, slipping her bare feet into her fuzzy slip-ons. Wearing her warm pajamas, due to the cold, she trudged across the wooden floor and towards the wood-pellet stove in the adjacent room. After getting it to work, the heat was already noticeable. Blaire then yawned as she headed towards the kitchen, the coffee pot already having made a batch as the timer had been set for six in the morning, so that it was ready.

Pouring herself a cup, Blaire took a sip and snuggled into a cushy rocking chair in the large room where the pellet stove was located. Enjoying the sound of the chirping birds, and light wind outside, Blaire enjoyed the peace and tranquility of silence within her own home. Despite almost a month of worry and anxiety, this morning had turned out to be much different. Finally, Blaire had known what it felt like to be at peace.

“I’ll order two… Uhhhh, two number fives, and uhhh… Three curly fries, four large cokes, one small sprite… Uhhhhh, three number fours… Uhhh, a big taco with extra beef and cheese…. Uhhhh, hmmmm…. Uhhh, hm, uhhhh… Oh, and a giant speckled corn dog!”

The comically large man appeared to be done with his order, as Jacob gave him a stern gaze.

“Is that all?” Jacob asked rhetorically.

“Yeah, that’s all,” the man answered.

“Your total will be… sixty-two dollars and thirty cents.”

The man whipped out his wallet, and slapped his debit card onto the counter of the food wagon. Jacob rang up the customer's transaction before handing the customer his card and a receipt, with an order number printed at the top.

“It’s a large order, give us about twenty minutes and it’ll be ready for pick-up,” Jacob informed the man.

“I’ll be back then, thank you.” The man waddled off, his weight clearly slowing him down. 

Jacob wondered how anyone could allow themselves to reach such a size, but he tried to restrain judgment. After all, he remembered his own past all too well. The man had simply committed a detriment to his own health, but Jacob had done far worse. Who was he to judge anybody?

“Did you get the order Liz?” Jacob asked his chef, and Liz nodded as she had already started on the order. Liz was a mute, and could not speak, yet Jacob and her seemed to have a solid way of communicating despite her disability.

“Hello?”

Jacob turned around the corner to face out the window of his food wagon, and spotted a gorgeous woman standing in line, alone. She had vibrant, green eyes and luscious, red hair. Her freckles were a true addition to her beauty, he had never seen her in town before. Considering Jacob had lived in Valdez all of his life, he was ashamed that he’d never met this woman before.

“Welcome to Trolley Town, what can I get you?” Jacob smiled at her, trying to remain composed. Her beauty had awed him, and he nearly stumbled on his feet.

“What’s popular? I’ll admit this is the first place I’ve eaten at since I moved here,” the young woman explained bashfully.

Suddenly it all made sense, she was a new resident. Jacob hadn’t been aware of a new resident within Valdez in a long time, so this struck him as odd.

“I see. If you don’t mind, when did you move here?”

“Just over three weeks ago,” she answered.

“Where from?”

She remained silent, and averted her eyes. Jacob could tell he was making her uncomfortable, and wasn’t sure if she had a rocky past or something, so he relented.

“Apologies, you just wanted to order some food, I didn’t mean to pry. What can I get you, miss?”

“No, it isn’t you, I’m just a bit private is all. What do you recommend?”

“We have speckled corn dogs, they’re a new recipe we’re trying out. Very popular so far,” Jacob responded. “It’s your typical corn dog, but twice the size, unprocessed and with organic pork, sprinkled with japanese, crushed ramen and battered in a spicy curry powder.”

“That sounds… Amazing!”

“I’ll take that as a yes, one or two?”

“I have a feeling I’ll be a lover, so why not two?”

“Excellent. Liz! Two speckled corn dogs, stat! Can I get you anything else, miss…?”

“Blaire,” she answered, “my name is Blaire.”

“And I am Jacob, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Blaire. You can spare the details, but if you don’t mind me asking, of all places why did you choose to move here? Do you have a family that lives here or something? Or maybe a boyfriend, husband…?”

“Do you make a habit of asking personal questions to all of your customers?” Blaire asked playfully, raising her brow and giving the young man a smirk.

Jacob let out a short laugh, grinning from ear to ear as he looked down shamefully, knowing that his intentions had been caught red handed. Admittedly, Jacob had almost immediately fallen for Blaire. He could not deny her beauty, but her innocence and mysterious past all but piqued his interest. Never had he been so interested in getting to know a woman more.

“You caught me, and I apologize. I’ll shut up now, your order will be ready shortly, Miss Blaire.”

“It’s just Blaire,” she giggled heartily. “Please, I don’t mean to be rude. Honestly, the reason I moved here is to get away from everything. I don’t want to go into details, but I just wanted to experience life in peace and without distraction. Valdez seemed like the place to do so, unless you think I’m being foolish?”

“Peace and without distraction,” Jacob smiled amusedly, “well you’ll certainly get that here. Nothing ever happens in Valdez. Nothing of interest anyway, but if that’s your intent then you hit the jackpot!”

Liz came from behind and kneed Jacob in the back of his thigh.

“Ouch! Hey! What gives?” Jacob rubbed his sore thigh, and turned to see Liz glaring at him expectantly. Then, to his surprise, she handed him not two, but four speckled corn dogs.

“The woman ordered two, Liz. Have you gone deaf too?”

Liz began to gesture hand signs, of which Blaire could not understand. Liz then gestured with her eyes towards a nearby table, before shoving the bags of speckled corn dogs into his arms.

“Liz… I can’t just…”

Liz then began to signal hand signs furiously, as if annoyed with the young man. Before pointing at the table physically before shoving him by the shoulder gently. Jacob relented, and sighed, before turning to face Blaire with an embarrassed smile.

“Uhh, would you like to… Take lunch with me? Please say yes,” Jacob requested.

Catching on quickly, Blaire blushed and nodded. “I’d love to…”

Jacob exited the wagon, walking aside Blaire to the nearby table as they both sat down. The young man pushed two of the corn dogs towards Blaire, who quickly unwrapped one and began to smell the tasty aroma that filled her nostrils.

“Wow, this smells really good!”

Jacob unwrapped one of his, only now realizing how hungry he actually was. He didn’t eat much, not junk anyways, but he’d never actually tried his own creation before. Liz usually did all of the taste testing.

“I’ll admit, this is my first time tasting this myself,” Jacob admitted.

“What? Really? Don’t you ever try your own food?” Blaire quickly took a bite, her eyes beaming with satisfaction as the juices touched her tongue and filled her with an overwhelming joy.

“Hardly, this is technically junk food, and I usually avoid such pleasantries,” Jacob took a bite himself, quite surprised by how good it tasted. The curry powder added an excellent spice, the crushed ramen giving the corndog a pleasant crunch. Of course, the cornbread dough added a spectacular combination with the ramen, and the dog itself was immensely tasteful.

“This is delicious! The best corn dog I’ve ever eaten!” Blaire declared.

“Yeah it’s definitely good, now I can officially tell my customers I’ve tried it myself!”

“What about you?” Blaire suddenly asked. “Why did you move to Valdez? Where are you from?”

Jacob was about to take another bite, but this question paused him for a moment as he set the corn dog back down upon his wrapper. He smiled nervously for a moment, before interlacing his fingers and looking across the table at Blaire.

“Actually, I was born here,” Jacob revealed. “Family is all gone, though. It’s just me now. Has been since I was nineteen years old. I’m twenty-nine now.”

“Twenty-nine? You seem a bit younger than that,” Blaire admitted.

“Too old for a pretty girl like you to be talking to?”

Blaire blushed. “Not at all… In fact, you’re sort of the first friend I’ve made here.”

“Friend? Are we friends now?” Jacob kept smiling, which only made it harder for Blaire to look him in the eye without blushing.

“Aren’t we? Don’t friends get to know each other better?”

“That they do, indeed.”

There was a brief moment of silence, as Jacob and Blaire found themselves locking their gaze. Blaire slowly smiled at him, her bashful nature seemingly dissipating for a brief moment, something that had never happened to her before. However, their conversation took an untimely end when Jacob caught the eye of an older woman that had approached a table across from them.

The woman had raven hair, and seemed to be in her late thirties to early forties. Despite this, she had impeccable skin and healthy hair. Her eyes were a vibrant hazel, nails painted a lush red. She wore high heels and a mid-length skirt that rose just above her kneecaps. She wore a white blouse which struggled to contain the woman’s massive cleavage, the buttons of her blouse seemingly ready to burst at a moment's notice. The woman lifted a newspaper she had brought with her, gazing at Jacob with a stern expression.

“Well, that’s truly unfortunate,” Jacob commented.

“What is?” Blaire seemed confused.

“An older woman just sat down behind you, she’s the owner of this fine establishment. She likely wants my attention.”

“Establishment? This is a food wagon,” Blaire chuckled humorously.

“You’re right, this fine food wagon, of course.”

“You’re a funny man, Jacob. May I see you again, sometime…?”

Jacob was the one blushing now, as he gave Blaire the most genuine smile that he’d ever given anyone.

“Of course! I work Wednesday through Sunday every week. Liz takes over on Monday and Tuesday.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, around noon?”

Jacob nodded, “that would be great.”

Blaire wrapped her half-eaten speckled corn dog, before grabbing the other and standing to her feet. She smiled at Jacob one last time, before waving him off and walking towards the street, to her home. Jacob was annoyed, he was having such a great time with her, and now he was being forced to watch this catch of a woman walk away. He only hoped that she was as interested in him as he was her, and that she’d return tomorrow as agreed.

“Jacob, I won’t wait much longer,” the older woman huffed, turning a page of the newspaper.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming you grumpy witch!” Jacob scoffed, grabbing his food and tossing it into the trash as he begrudgingly approached the woman and sat down across from her.

“Call me a grumpy witch again, and I’ll beat the living shit out of you, understood?”

“Oh you love my name calling, don’t pretend otherwise. Now what is it?” Jacob folded his arms, annoyed with her presence.

“It’s been almost a month, and we have not been given an update on any upcoming transactions. What’s the hold up?” The woman turned another page of the newspaper, her gaze fixated upon it, as if to showcase some sort of superiority over Jacob.

“Hasn’t been a lot of folks to meet your ‘majesties’ quota. This shit takes time, why don’t you assholes understand that?”

“We do understand,” the woman commented, folding the newspaper at last and placing it on the table. She then crossed her fingers together, elbows on the table as she leaned forward. “Was that woman you were speaking with, a quota in progress?”

Jacob almost lost his nerve.

“What? No! No, not at all. She’s a friend of mine, that’s all.” Jacob grew nervous, he didn’t want to bring any attention to Blaire at all.

“That’s a shame, she would have been worth ten times the others made you. What’s the price? I’m sure we can reach an agreement, friend or not.”

“She isn’t for fucking sale, and don’t make me repeat myself!” Jacob was growing irritated. “When I have a fucking body for you, I’ll call you. Why are you accosting me at my place of work? Are you people that desperate?”

The woman frowned, leaning back in her seat as she crossed her legs. After a brief moment, she smiled at Jacob.

“Avaramix was quite impressed with your supernatural abilities, Jacob. I was at first too, but I have never found you to be trustworthy. Frankly, the only thing stopping me from ending your life, is knowing all too well the fate of those who stand in your way. I overheard enough, that young girl, Blaire is it? If she knew what you are, and what you’ve done, she’d spit on your grave.”

“Listen here, Deita,” Jacob slammed his palms on the table, shaking it violently as he stood up in a rage, “keep your fucking comments to yourself. In fact, you know what? I’m out! Out! You hear me? Now you fucks get nothing. Get the hell out of Valdez, now!”

“Avaramix was afraid you would say that,” Deita, the older woman, said with disdain. “Look, I understand you and I have a hateful relationship, but I relent. I meant no ill harm towards the young woman, you have my word. Despite my distrust of you, Avaramix warned me of my fate should I lose you as our top supplier. So I didn’t come empty handed.”

Deita leaned down and grabbed a bag that was beneath the table. Lifting it up, she dropped it on the table in front of Jacob. The young man seemed curious, but he also knew Deita all too well, and wasn’t about to be swayed without good reason.

“In this bag is two million, cash. Does this solve any moral dilemma that plagues your mind?”

“Just like that? I haven’t even supplied you with a fresh one in-”

“Yes, we know, obviously,” Deita interrupted. “Don’t think we don’t know why, either. Your morals are your weakness, Jacob, they always have been and always will be. But something dark inside of you brought your gift to us in the first place, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, would I? So you’re just as twisted as we are, and don’t pretend otherwise.”

Jacob wanted to argue, but ultimately he knew Deita to be right. His tense nature finally released, and his clenched fists returned to relaxed positions as he sat back down. He grabbed the bag and unzipped it, taking a peek inside to see an ungodly amount of cash bundles inside.

“Two million…?”

“Two million, feel free to count it, I have time to spare.”

“Not necessary, what are you looking for exactly?”

“Blaire is off limits?”

Jacob recoiled. “Say her name one more time…”

“Calm down, I am only making sure. If you have limits, you have limits, I won’t push on the young woman any more.”

Deita turned her head slowly, facing Liz who was taking a customer's order. A smile spread across her lips, as she faced Jacob again.

“Liz is it? She’s a mute, yes?”

“She is, why?” Jacob didn’t like where this was going.

“One and a half million for her,” Deita offered. “There’s an extra incentive for the customers when they can’t speak back. She’s pretty enough also, she’ll sell fast.”

“The nerve of you fucks…” Jacob shook his head furiously, “you expect me to surrender my own employee!?”

“Two million,” Deita offered.

“You can’t be serious… That’s five times the amount you were offering just a few months ago!”

“Two and a half million. Final offer.”

Jacob was speechless, and suddenly he was actually contemplating the offer. He clenched his teeth, his mind plagued with thoughts of how demented this situation was. At the same time, two and half million dollars was a lot of money, on top of the two million being offered to him free of charge.

“Why so much money all of a sudden?” Jacob asked. “I want to know. What’s changed?”

“The clientele, Jacob. At first Avaramix and I had our doubts, but in the time you’ve decided to ghost us, we’ve been getting some rather impatient customers throwing insane amounts of cash in our faces to get their hands on more of your product. Avaramix is willing to pay any price, even if he loses money at first, to get you back as a supplier. Anything, Jacob. Name your price. There is no one else on planet earth that can do what you do, understand?”

“Ten million dollars,” Jacob blurted, his heart racing the moment he said it.

“Excuse me?” Deita seemed surprised, folding her arms and glaring at him suspiciously.

“Keep the bag,” Jacob shoved the bag of money back towards the older woman. “I’ll get your product, but I want ten million cash before delivery. Got it?”

“Deal,” Deita smiled as she grabbed the bag and stood up from her chair. “I’ll be back tomorrow just after noon. That gives you enough time to do what you need to do, and also have your second ‘date’ with Blaire before our business is conducted. Sounds fair?”

“Whatever…” Jacob huffed, bringing a hand to his forehead as he contemplated the wickedness of what he was about to do to Liz, and what fate would befall her.

“And if you change your mind about Blaire… I’m sure Avaramix would pay ten times the amount for such a… Beautiful woman… Ha ha ha!”

Deita walked off with the bag of cash, as Jacob lifted his head and glared at her with a despicable expression. Despite his mixed feelings, Deita was right about him. He had been stuck in this shit hole for his entire life, hardly able to make ends meet. That all changed when he ran into her, Deita, and his hidden secret had been unveiled.

“And to think I could have had you in the palm of my hand once…” Jacob spoke under his breath. “I should have killed you when I had the chance, you stuck up bitch.”

Volume I

Chapter 2

No Hard Feelings

It was getting dark, the cool, alaskan breeze rushing past Blaire and causing her hair to float with the wind as she headed home after a wonderfully exciting day. Meeting Jacob had not been part of her agenda, and yet she couldn’t be more pleased to have been introduced to such a handsome gentleman with such a way with words. He was charming, and had a flare in his eye that gave Blaire the butterflies.

At home it was a distant fantasy to think that she could ever find her prince charming. Unless the man she was seeing was rich beyond comprehension, and had a status equivalent to the top percentage of the wealthy, her family wouldn’t even tantalize allowing her to ‘dirty’ her reputation with such ‘lowlife beggars’.

Jacob, he may only work at a food wagon, and have lived in Valdez his entire life, but Blaire didn’t care. In fact, this only drew her to him even more. He was a nobody, just like she was a nobody, and he had nobody, just like she had nobody. Blaire wasn’t interested in big families, at least not for now. But a man with no ties to anything? A charming one at that. Blaire knew that she had already developed a modicum of feelings for him, despite their interaction being cut short by his boss.

Eventually Blaire reached her little home, already eager to sleep through the night so she could see Jacob the following day. It had been only her for long enough, she was ready to break free of her solitude and experience the fruit that Alaska had to offer her in serenity. After an entire life of oppression at the hands of her rich and cruel family, Blaire finally felt as if she was the one in absolute control of her life, and her choices. Nothing could ruin this moment for her.

The ringing tone blared in the ear of Deita, as she held her cell phone up to her face and patiently sat on the edge of her bed. She stretched out her legs, including her free arm before sighing and kicking off her high heels. They clattered to the floor, revealing her lavish, bare feet as she kicked them aside and planted her soles on the rough carpet below.

It seemed to take forever, as the phone rang and rang. Her heart grew weary, as she wondered if the recipient would ever pick up the phone. A droplet of sweat began to form upon her forehead. Deita was anxious, unsure if the news she would bring would be satisfactory or not. Despite being instructed to convince Jacob to continue his deliveries at any cost, the young man's demands seemed far out of hand.

Finally the phone stopped ringing, and the recipient answered.

“What news do you have for me, Deita?”

“Well, I am pleased to say that I managed to strike a deal with Jacob. However, he amended the cash deal.”

“And?”

“He rejected the two million you offered free of delivery. However, for the next delivery, he wants ten million dollars in cash…”

There was silence, and for a moment Deita’s heart began to race. It was common knowledge within their organization by now, that Avaramix was not a man to be trifled with. Many had tried to take advantage of his wealth and position, and every last of one of them paid the price for it. Deita expected no difference with Jacob, but she would be proved wrong posthaste.

“His terms are acceptable. The cash will be shipped within the half hour. This is to assume his delivery will be tomorrow by noon, is that correct?”

Surprise was all Deita could feel, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“Master… Surely ten million is a bit much, isn’t it?”

“If you deemed it too large a price to pay, you would have argued it. If you feel guilty for Jacob’s demand, do not. Spare me your sentiment, Deita, I only required one thing. I require Jacob’s most valuable potential. For now it seems he is one of a kind, but should the day come we learn that isn’t true, we can deal with him then. Until such a day arrives, our clientele will pay whatever price we tag Jacob’s specimens. Do not fail me, Deita. Keep Jacob hooked in any manner necessary.”

Click

He had hung up, leaving Deita speechless on the other line as she sat on the edge of her bed within the motel room she had rented for a night. While she was pleased that her master was not upset at Jacob’s seemingly unreasonable demand, it did get her thinking as to how much money exactly the clientele were offering for more of Jacob’s product.

“I feel as if I’m being left out of the details,” Deita spoke aloud, leaning back on her hands as she looked up at the ceiling in deep thought.

“Avaramix, I understand you’ve always been a man of swift business, and careful compartmentalization. However, I hope you realize that I can be trusted above anyone else…”

A dark hallway stretched far outwards, ahead of the two strangers walking together silently. It was eerie, and silent. Dimly lit torches were lined across each wall of the hallway, a rugged carpet stretching on for what seemed to be forever. The strangers were an older gentleman, and a younger woman. The old man seemed to be in his early sixties, while the younger woman appeared to be his granddaughter of sorts.

She had dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. She was full figured, and appeared to be in her mid twenties. She wore black flats, a short skirt that seemed to be assigned by a highly established college institution. She wore very large, diamond earrings, and had a ruby nose piercing on her left nostril. She had comically large eyelashes, clearly fake, and an expression of a bratty personality.

“Why is this hallway so damn long? How much longer is going to be? When will I get my next order! Why did we have to come all the way down to this creepy shit hole! Why couldn’t we just have it mailed to us! Why did I have to come along! Why couldn’t you have left me at home!? Do you hate me, grandfather? Are you getting old and senile? Why is this bloody hallway so damn long! Ewww! Is that a dead rat!?”

The old man rolled his eyes. “Honey, please. We were instructed very clearly. I can see the door just ahead, we’re almost there. Now will you please spare my ears and silence that voice of yours? Unless you changed your mind…”

Her eyes grew wide. “No! No, no, no! I didn’t change my mind! I just don’t understand why-”

“Then shut your fucking mouth. It’s my money, and it’s a lot of fucking money, you hear me you brat? We aren’t with your parents anymore, and I won’t be disrespected you little twat! Now shut your mouth and let’s get this over with.”

The bratty, young woman quickly silenced herself. Never had she been spoken to in such a manner, but she wasn’t about to argue with her wallet, was she?

Finally they reached the end of the hallway, entering the next room which was a large chamber of sorts. The odd decor was all the same, torches everywhere that dimly lit the space to a degree of the bare minimum. There were several doors leading to who knew where, but their attention fell upon a young, Japanese woman standing several meters away at the opposite end of the room.

“Ah, Jinshin I presume?” The old man waved towards her.

“Do you have the money?” Jinshin asked promptly, wasting no time with formalities.

“Do you have my order?” The bratty girl retorted, folding her arms and lifting her nose towards the woman.

“Money first. Order next.”

“Don’t mind my granddaughter, she is an impatient one. Yes, we have the money. Eight-hundred and fifty thousand dollars in cash.” The old man had been carrying a backpack, which he quickly removed and tossed over to Jinshin.

The Japanese woman stared at the bag for a brief moment, before lifting her gaze back towards the old man.

“Demand has increased, the price has changed. Two million, or no deal.”

“What!?” The old man was aghast.

“That’s a load of horse shit!” The bratty one shouted, stamping her feet like some petulant child. “Horse! Shit! Shit! I want to speak to your boss, you dumb bitch!”

The old man was really starting to panic now, his uncontrollable granddaughter not realizing the gravity of her disrespect. In an effort to mend the situation before it got out of hand, he slapped her so hard across the face she fell to the floor and straight on her ass. She was in so much shock she couldn’t utter but a single word, simply staring at her grandfather in utter disbelief.

“You will show some respect, or we will leave here empty handed. Do you understand me, you ungrateful little shit?”

The woman didn’t respond, she simply nodded as tears began to form in her eyes.

“The master doesn’t acquaint himself and his business with unruly clientele,” Jinshin warned them. “The price is now two and a half million. Now, will you pay or have you wasted enough of the master's patience?”

“My sincere apologies, she is not accustomed to such company. I promise she shall not disrespect you again. Regarding the price, we were informed it was eight hundred and fifty thousand, cash. So I brought you such an amount, in cash. Where am I supposed to get the remainder? We’d have to fly back and then return, and fly back again. That doesn’t seem very reasonable. So I offer a solution, yeah?”

“I am listening,” Jinshin spat impatiently.

“Take this payment as a retainer, deliver the product, and I can ship the remainder of the funds to your organization through my business. I can have it for you within twelve hours upon my return.”

“Why should the master agree to these terms?”

“Because we both know that if I don’t pay you the full price, there will be consequences. I am no fool, Jinshin. I have heard the rumors regarding Avaramix. I am not the kind of fool that would trifle with such a man.”

“Your terms are… Acceptable.” Jinshin picked up the bag, zipping it open and sifting through the cash as if to count it quickly. After approving of its contents, she set it aside and turned around to face an inconspicuous table with a set of drawers.

The top drawer had a locking mechanism, as Jinshin pulled a key from her bosom and unlocked it. Meanwhile, the bratty, young woman stood to her feet while rubbing her sore cheek. While she would have words with her parents later regarding this incident, she was at the very least excited to obtain her next victim.

Jinshin pulled a prescription bottle out of the drawer, before shutting it once more and locking it immediately. The bottle was orange, and the label had been peeled clean off. Though the colored bottle made it difficult to see the contents inside, it was clear that a humanoid form was lurking just inside the bottle itself.

“Within twelve hours upon your return. Not a minute later,” Jinshin warned them both, tossing the bottle across the room and towards the bratty woman.

The blonde quickly snatched the bottle midair, salivating like a mad lunatic as perverted and cruel thoughts rampaged throughout her mind. Without a second thought, she untwisted the white cap of the bottle and peeked inside. Her eyes grew wide, her mouth drooling like some sort of deranged dog.

“Oh yeah… You and I, we’re going to have a lot of fun!”

“Satisfied?” The old man grunted, relieved that everything had worked out in their favor.

“Definitely! It’s a girl, too! I wanted a girl… They scream the most!”

Inside of the prescription bottle, was a small and frightened, young woman. She had brunette hair, the color of her eyes not perceivable due to her size. Somehow, this woman was unnaturally small. Standing at only an inch tall in her demeanor, this terrified woman looked up into the eyes of this sadistic, bratty blonde. It didn’t take much guessing that things would go horribly awry for her in due time.

“Now then, what’s your name you lil’ cutey?”

The young woman gulped nervously, fear-stricken as she stared into the blonde's relentless gaze. After an uncomfortable silence, she finally spoke up.

“A-Alicia… My name is Alicia…” The tiny woman murmured.

“Alicia? That’s stupid. Your name is cupcake from now on, because you look as delicious as a cupcake! Mmm… Yeah, a cupcake! A vanilla cupcake! What do you think of that? Hm?”

“I… Cupcake? I don’t… Please…”

“Ha! Begging already. Oh boy, I can’t wait to get you home! We’ll have sooooo much fun together! Hopefully you will last longer than my previous tiny… That idiot got himself killed when he jumped out of my hand and landed on the tile floor of my bathroom. He was boring me anyways, always mouthing me off and whatnot. You won’t mouth me off, though, would you? Hm? Lil’ cupcake?”

The tiny Alicia was still unable to comprehend this predicament she had found herself in. It had all happened not too long ago, but since then she’d been fed scraps that were hardly fit for consumption, and given water so dirty and contaminated it was like she was being treated similar to that of a rodent.

She had been on a date with a charming, young man. It had been so long, she could hardly recall his name anymore, but she knew that he was responsible for this. They had dinner, returned to her place, and had the most passionate sex that Alicia had ever enjoyed with anybody.

As fate would have it, she had been cruelly manipulated and led an evil, nefarious person straight into her home. The moment she fell asleep, she had awoken with the most excruciating headache ever known to mankind. If she hadn’t known better, Alicia actually believed she was going to die, that is how painful the headache had become.

After it had faded, she was enveloped by an endless fabric that threatened to strangle her. It smelt of lavender oil, and was as smooth as silk, but as she struggled against it, she found it only consumed and entangled her even more. It wasn’t until the booming voice of the man she had slept with had rang in her ears, that she felt her gut wrench as it seemed something was lifting her to impossible heights.

She tumbled and fell through endless fabric, jerking through air and mach speeds as she cried and screamed in terror and agony. Before long she exited the endless fabrics, tumbling what felt like a mile until landing into what felt like a soft cloud. It was her pillow, as she immediately recognized her surroundings, only they were now a thousand times amplified in size, compared to herself.

Even to this day, Alicia couldn’t comprehend how the young man had done it. Somehow,  he had shrunk her to barely an inch’ height. She was handed over to a raven-haired woman, again she failed to recall this woman’s name. Most of her time had been spent in darkness, moving from place to place to who knew where. Eventually she was delivered to Jinshin, the Japanese woman, who stuffed her in this prescription bottle and fed her scraps and dirty water until this very moment.

It all had become clear now, only Alicia didn’t want to believe it. She had always heard the horror stories on television and the internet, regarding victims who were rescued from trafficking organizations. However, this was no ordinary organization. No, somehow this organization had the ability to shrink their victims, which somehow boosted their profits. Upon seeing the sadistic, cruel gaze of this snot-nosed, bratty blonde, it became clear that the sort of clientele who would purchase shrunken innocents, were utterly psychotic and insane.

“Well? Are you going to answer me? I don’t have much patience for disobedient slaves!” The bratty blonde tooted, giving Alicia an evil glare of disapproval.

“Please! Just let me go! I promise, I’ll never tell anyone about this! I just want to see my family again, please! I’m begging you!” Alicia was already sobbing, realizing that her life was essentially over. She was terrified at the thought of what would come next, she didn’t even want to consider it.

“There it is, I was waiting for the rainfall to begin,” the blonde declared with giddy laughter. “Oh yes… This is perfect, the best two million ever spent!”

“Two and a half million, now let’s get the hell out of here!” The old man scoffed, not at all pleased that his son and daughter had somehow convinced him to purchase such a ridiculously priced product for his granddaughter. Usually they did the transaction personally, but business had them tied up in Israel and they were unable to do so. Instead, they had their father do it on their behalf.

“Yeah, yeah! Just let me ogle her lil’ tits a bit longer. Damn, so perky! I’m gonna suck those babies dry, I hope you know that, cupcake! Teehee!”

“Oh God… No… This can’t be real, this can’t be happening to me! Why!? What have I done to deserve this!?” Alicia was having a full blown panic attack, starting to hyperventilate as the realization of her new reality washed over her.

For all intents and purposes, she was now the property of this deranged, young woman. Despite all the stories of trafficked victims having been rescued, Alicia knew that her size meant that rescue was impossible. She wouldn’t ever see home again, not her parents, her siblings, her uncles, cousins or grandparents. Her friends would never see her again, her college professor would wonder why she abandoned her degree. Her place of work would assume she was fed up and quit without notice.

That’s all Alicia could think about, realizing that nobody would ever know the truth of her cruel fate. Nobody would know, and there was no feasible way for them to find out the truth. After all, at an inch tall, you might as well be considered an insect. And nobody moves mountains to save an insect. No, people only torture or crush an insect, or keep them in captivity. Because that is what an insect is, less than… Less than human.

The blonde woman lifted the cap, preparing to twist it back onto the bottle as she smirked at her new little plaything. A despicable grin spread across her lips.

“Hang tight for now, cupcake! You should know, my name is Camilla. Know it well, because what happens next will determine how long you’ll be my new toy!”

With those final words, Camilla, the bratty blonde, sealed the frantic Alicia back inside of her prescription prison. Her cries and screams were silenced, unable to penetrate the thick plastic that acted as her temporary prison. Whatever Camilla had in store for her, Alicia knew she’d rather die than find out.

It was almost noon, and Jacob knew that Blaire would arrive any second. He had been a nervous wreck all day, procrastinating every available second he had to avoid doing what he knew had to be done. He tried playing the moral violin, attempting to reason with himself and talk himself out of it. Alas, the idea of cashing in ten million dollars persuaded him to continue forth every time he almost backed out of the deal.

There hadn’t been a new customer in some time, roughly twenty or thirty minutes. Jacob kept tapping his fingers impatiently on the wooden counter of his food wagon, turning his head inconspicuously now and again to peek on Liz. He had hired her only three weeks ago, he knew her a while back in college but she had dropped out. As far as Jacob knew, she lived in Valdez alone. Liz wasn’t much for details, so he knew very little about her past. However, he also knew that not many people would ask questions regarding her disappearance.

‘Fuck it… I can’t wait any longer… Sorry Liz, I have to get this over with,’ Jacob thought with frustration.

He grabbed the sign just outside the window and flipped it to ‘closed’. Then, Jacob cleared the counter and closed the shutters of the ordering window. Liz noticed, giving him a strange glance, but of course not speaking a word since she was mute and unable to speak.

Jacob locked the ordering window, and turned to face Liz with a feigned smile.

“Going to close early today, but I’ll pay you a full shift so don’t worry,” Jacob lied.

Liz began to gesture to him with hand signals. Jacob was able to read sign language, and this was how they would always communicate. He wasn’t an expert, however, so occasionally he had to read between the signs so to speak.

“What? No! Of course not, I’ve been absolutely impressed by your skills! Best cook I’ve ever hired!” Jacob began to sweat nervously, he wasn’t sure why this was so difficult. He’d never had such an issue with previous women, but somehow Liz was different.

It dawned on him, if Deita hadn’t even mentioned Liz, he never would have thought of using Liz for a delivery. Yet here he was, appeasing to Deita’s recommendations like some sort of money-grubbing pig. He couldn’t help himself, he made some damn good money before, but it seemed that his ‘products’ had become so popular that his demand of ten million dollars was actually fair game. If not for that absurd price he spit out, he never would have agreed to this.

Liz was able to see right through him, spotting the sweat above his brow and his shaky posture. It was clear that Jacob was nervous, and Liz wanted to know what. She began signing furiously, wanting an explanation and to be assured that she wasn’t being let go, or that Jacob at the very least was alright.

“Liz… I… Everything, I just can’t…” Jacob was stumbling over his words, he knew this was pointless. It was best to get it over with, but something kept holding him back.

Then it clicked, and Jacob knew how pointless this all was. When he hired Liz, he wasn’t sure it would work out. Being a mute, it seemed as if she was a robot working herself to the bone autonomously and without personality. That changed over time, when Liz realized that Jacob could understand her sign language. He got to know her better, saw her sweet and sharp personality through her facial expressions and hand gestures.

Unlike Jacob’s previous victims, who he knew nothing about and had tricked into welcoming him into their homes to have sex where he would then do the deed… Liz had been around for almost a month as one of his best cooks and employees. Jacob had always distanced himself from others, in order to protect his supernatural abilities. Not only because he feared their reaction, but because of what he used these abilities for.

There was a time when Jacob saw no limit to who he would use to make a quick buck, until he met Blaire. He had never seen a woman like Blaire before. She didn’t realize it, but Jacob had seen her some time ago, actually. Of course she was walking by, and they were strangers, but he was stunned by her immaculate appearance. When she surprisingly stopped by his food wagon, he couldn’t understand the stroke of luck he’d experienced to actually sit down with the woman and enjoy a meal together.

The audacity of Deita to assume she was on the table, it boiled Jacob’s blood to no end. He hated that manipulative woman, but then again, was he not a manipulator himself? While he never asked the details regarding the fates of those he delivered, he knew all too well the sort of sick fucks that would want to get their hands on a shrunken individual. When he came to this realization, he had ghosted the organization in hopes they’d let him go peacefully. He should have known better.

Now ten million in cash was on the table. Deita had set her eyes on Blaire, and Jacob instinctively played his hand by revealing his innate interest with the young woman. He wanted to slap himself for being such a fool, an utter imbecile. Jacob didn’t understand why Blaire meant so much to him, perhaps it was how mysterious she was, like he was almost. But now he has put Liz in the crossfire, and as much as Jacob admires Liz as an employee, Deita is expecting a delivery in under an hour.

Jacob wanted out, he wanted to let Liz go and change his mind. But that option was not viable, not when he outed his interest and protective nature over Blaire. A woman of whom he knew not, a total stranger, and yet he gushed over her like an idiot  in front of the most dangerous woman he’d ever crossed. That’s why he was struggling with this so much, because he knew that Liz’ fate was on his hands. All of his victims were, of course, but he never intended for Liz to get caught in the crossfire. But sentiment was pointless, and Jacob had a job to do.

Jacob sighed heavily, as Liz relented her gestures and placed her hands on her hips awaiting a response.

“Liz. I really am sorry. I want you to know, there’s no hard feelings here. I hope you can forgive me for this.”

Overwhelming excitement would be an understatement for how Blaire felt, as she approached the food wagon from the day before. She couldn’t stop thinking about Jacob, and getting to know him more. Their time had been cut short due to his boss, for some reason, but Blaire skipped over the details and only thought about how charming he was.

Blaire had a boyfriend once, a slightly older man in his mid thirties who ran a successful business in the culinary industry. They had met at random, at a fancy venue that her family had dragged her to. Ironically, they managed to hit it off. He was funny, cute and had been divorced once and had a young daughter. While this put her off at first, she later learned the wife had divorced him after she cheated on him, then taking half of his assets in court and relieved complete parentship over their daughter.

The man refused to let this cripple him, and built himself back up to provide the best life possible for his daughter. While Blaire began to fall in love with the man, her family was disapproving. They viewed his divorce as a weakness, and that losing assets so easily was a stain on his reputation. They insulted the type of business he conducted, calling it child's play.

The family forced Blaire to end the relationship, and that would lead her down the path to her final decision to flee from Seattle and move to the remote Valdez of Alaska to live a life free of her oppressive and maniacal family.

Pushing these thoughts aside, Blaire wanted to focus on her future. As she neared the food wagon, she was quickly concerned when she noticed the sign was flipped to “closed” and the ordering window had been shut.

‘I don’t understand, did he change his mind?’ Blaire thought, afraid that she might have done something wrong.

Not wanting to surrender to her own worries so quickly, she approached the side of the wagon where the door was. She approached it, about to knock on the door in the off chance that Jacob or Liz were still present. Before she had the chance however, the door opened abruptly as Blaire found herself staring into Jacob’s backside.

“Blaire!” Jacob beamed upon seeing her, but kept his back to her. He seemed to be shuffling with something in his hands, and before long he finally turned around as Blaire noticed a prescription bottle in his hand.

“Hey! I got concerned when I saw the sign and window. Is everything alright?”

“What? Oh! Yeah, totally! Closing early today, my cook had other matters to deal with this afternoon and I decided to give us a bit more time for our date!”

“Date?” Blaire blushed upon hearing this.

Jacob realized they hadn’t called anything a date yet, and he blushed as well. He smiled at her, chuckling humorously as he used his free hand and scratched the back of his head.

“I mean, yeah. Why not? Is it a date, then?”

Blaire smiled and swayed her hips seductively. “Yeah, I think it is. But I think without a cook to operate your wagon, we’ll have to find somewhere else to eat… Yeah?”

“Actually, there’s a diner just down the street! I’ll have to warn you though, my boss is going to be here soon to pick up this week's sales to make a deposit. So I’ll need to bounce for a brief moment to get it to her.”

“Yeah, of course! No worries.” Blaire smiled at him, before noticing the prescription bottle again. Her interest was piqued, and she couldn’t help but ask. “Is that a medication bottle?”

Jacob’s face flushed red, as he realized he was still holding the bottle in his hand. He quickly shoved it into his pocket, making sure to keep his entire hand over the see-through plastic as he pocketed it out of sight.

“I’ll be honest, it’s just to help me sleep. Though, I don’t like the idea of being on medication.”

“It’s fine Jacob,” Blaire assured him with a hearty smile, “I used to take anti-depressants… That’s a bit more embarrassing, don’t you think?”

“Oh really?” Jacob walked down the steps of the wagon and leveled with Blaire, “I bet there’s a story there, and we have as long as you’ll give me!”

“I think I’ll give you more time than you may have hoped for.” Blaire winked at him.

“I always hope for the best, so we’ll see about that!”

The two laughed and began to chit chat as they walked down the street to the diner. Despite Jacob’s charm, and handsome nature, Blaire had seemingly missed the pile of clothes on the floor of the wagon when she caught Jacob exiting it.

Volume I

Chapter 3

Delivery

It was just around noon now, as Jacob and Blaire approached TraDa’s Breakfast Diner just up the street from his food wagon. It didn’t seem like much, but Jacob assured Blaire they had quite the spectacular breakfast menu. As they entered the establishment, they were promptly greeted by a female waitress who gave them a bright, welcoming smile.

“Welcome to TraDa’s Breakfast Diner! Just the two?”

“Yes ma’am!” Jacob gave her a toothy grin.

“Right this way!”

The waitress led the two a few tables down, before placing a set of menus and some silverware and napkins. Jacob and Blaire took their seats opposite of one another, eager to fill their hungry bellies.

“Can I get you two anything to drink?”

Blaire was the first to answer. “Can I get a coffee and some half & half?”

“Make that a double,” said Jacob.

“My pleasure, I’ll be back briefly!” The waitress bowed slightly before heading towards the kitchen, leaving the two alone for the moment.

“I’ll admit this is the first time I’ve eaten out since I moved here,” Blaire admitted shamefully.

“Oh? So you cook then? Are you any good?” Jacob leaned forward, interlacing his fingers and smiling gently.

“Oh, I guess I gave it away, didn’t I?” Blaire blushed a little. “Actually yes! I’m rather decent, if I must say. My old house maid would teach me to cook with her when my parents were away.”

“House maid? You had a house maid?” Jacob seemed surprised.

Blaire immediately fell silent, she had become so charmed by Jacob’s easygoingness that she had mistakenly revealed a detail that she had not intended to spill so early.

“Yeah, it was nothing, really. She was a nice woman…”

“Your parents must have been well off if they had a house maid. What kind of duties did she have?”

“I must apologize, I didn’t mean to talk about it like that. I was just trying to explain who had taught me to cook. Can we stick with that, if you don’t mind? Please forgive me!”

Jacob chuckled, holding his hands up to soothe Blaire’s suddenly anxious behavior. “Hey, no worries. When you want to talk about something, you do so. If you don’t, that’s your prerogative. It’s not like I don’t have my own secrets, you know!”

His words definitely soothed her mind, and her defenses relented somewhat as she settled back into her seat. She smiles warmly, happy that she hadn’t put him off. After feeling at ease again, Blaire continued.

“Anyways, the other night I cooked a meatloaf and some baked potatoes. It was really good! She would have been proud I think.”

“I agree, Blaire. I hope I get the honor of being able to enjoy a dish of yours one day. What do you think, in your personal opinion, is your finest culinary creation?”

“Oh? Hm, that’s a tough one! I’d have to say, it was probably this mashed potato recipe I was taught once! Definitely above par, though honestly I just really really love mashed potatoes! In fact, I think the potato is my favorite food ever! Hash browns, baked, mashed… I just love potatoes! Except scalloped… That shit is cursed!”

“Couldn’t agree more, my Grandmother always made scalloped potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner and I always wanted to puke when I smelt it.”

The two giggled humorously in unison, their laughter subsiding as they gazed back at each other with hearty, innocent smiles. For the brief moment of silence, Blaire found herself really enjoying herself. It had been so long that she’d talked with such a dashingly handsome, young man. He was quite a conversationalist as well, and always seemed interested in knowing more about herself. It made her giddy. However, she wanted to learn more about Jacob as well.

“So you said you lived in Valdez your entire life? Do you not have any family left here in town?” Blaire was curious to know more.

“My old folks bit the dust shortly after I was born, and my father pretty much fled for the greener pastures after my birth,” Jacob answered casually. “My mother passed away three years ago, lung cancer. The old hag never could quit smokin’. I’m an only child, and so was my mother, and my grandparents ironically. No aunts, nephews or cousins that I’m aware of so far. So yeah, just me is all that’s left.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to have asked!” Blaire felt horrible, she had no idea that Jacob had been born with such a terrible hand. Though, he seemed rather chipper about it.

“Don’t be, nobody’s ever cared before so I’m actually flattered you cared enough to ask,” Jacob assured. “I loved my mother, but she suffered a lot during her time. If it’s any consolation, she died in her sleep peacefully before the cancer got too rough on her.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Jacob. I really am.”

“What about you? Parents with a house maid, I know I shouldn’t pry but you can’t blame me considering you spilled it first! You’ve piqued my curiosity, would you indulge a young man’s interest in a beautiful, young woman’s familial history?”

Despite not wanting to discuss her family, somehow the manner of which Jacob requested to know more had a flirtatious flare. Blaire was blushing all over again, butterflies in her stomach as she looked down nervously with a shy grin. How could she resist such a charming and respectful interest of such a handsome man?

“I’m just afraid you’ll think differently of me, that’s all. I came to Valdez for a reason, Jacob. There’s a reason I have a hard time bringing up my family.”

“Oh trust me, I’ve already figured that much out on my own,” Jacob smiled again, always seeming to smile at every opportunity. Blaire found him near irresistible because of this.

Before they could say another word, the waitress had returned. She placed a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of each of them. Then she placed a small dishware containing half & half for them to share.

“Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes! I’ll have the corn beef hash, two eggs, scrambled, with rye toast,” said Jacob.

The waitress scribbled his order down furiously, before turning to Blaire. “And you, miss?”

“Can I have the chicken fried steak and eggs, also scrambled, make the hash browns extra crispy on top, fluffy on the inside. No toast please, no biscuit either.”

After writing down Blaire’s order, the waitress smiled. “I’ll have that brought to you soon, thank you for dining with us today!” The waitress headed to another table to take another order.

“So,” Jacob said abruptly, “will you indulge me?”

“Tell you what, let’s compromise,” Blaire negotiated, not wanting to give the details of her past life away so easily.

“Deal, what’s the compromise?”

“Dinner at my place, six in the evening, I’m cooking chicken alfredo tonight with a special ingredient. Is that… Alright?” 

Blaire was nervous, she hadn’t intended to invite a stranger over to her home any time soon, but for some reason she felt immensely comfortable with Jacob. She only hoped he felt the same way about her.

“And you’ll tell me more about yourself? And where you come from?” Jacob raised a brow.

“I promise…” Blaire was very nervous.

Jacob smiled seductively, slowly leaning back into his seat as he placed his palms gently on the table. He then smirked, pucking his lips for a brief moment before nodding his head.

“You got yourself a done deal. Six in the evening. How will I find you?”

“I guess you’ll be needing my number,” Blaire teased, pulling out her phone and unlocking it before clicking her contacts and adding a new one. She typed in Jacob’s name, before handing him the phone to input his number.

Jacob took the phone and entered his number, clicking the save button before handing the phone back to Blaire.

“You won’t ghost me?” Jacob asked, though he didn’t seem to be serious.

“I’ll text you my address with enough time left for you to be on time,” Blaire teased, giving him a wink.

“Oh, shoot!” Jacob pulled out his own phone, he had noticed the time on Blaire’s own device. He looked at the time, and realized it was almost a quarter past noon.

“Is everything alright?” Blaire was almost concerned for a moment.

“Yeah, I just forgot I have to go back to the food wagon really quick and meet my boss. Gotta do the cash transfer and all, remember?”

“I remember! You promise you’ll be back?”

“And miss out on some killer corn beef hash? Not on your life, I’ll be back for sure,” Jacob chuckled as he gave Blaire a wink back, getting up from his seat.

“Less than fifteen minutes I promise, and I’m really sorry! She’s sort of a dunce and doesn’t know how to do it herself. She’ll probably be mad that I closed shop early, but don’t worry it’ll be fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Blaire certainly didn’t want to get Jacob in trouble for skipping on his job.

“Pinky promise,” Jacob held up his pinky, and to amuse him Blaire giddily locked her pinky with his.

“You know what happens if you break a pinky promise!” Blaire teased.

“I would never, especially not my promise to you Blaire.”

Jacob then swiftly left the diner, wanting to rush back as soon as possible to enjoy more time with Blaire.

It had been almost five minutes since Deita had arrived at the food wagon. The window was closed, and the sign flipped to the ‘closed’ position. She sat impatiently at one of the tables, wondering if Jacob had fled. Trust was the last thing she had with the young man, but her master was quite clear in his instructions, so she hoped that Jacob wasn’t foolish enough to waste her master's time and efforts.

Before long, she spotted Jacob rushing towards her in the corner of her eye. She quickly smiled, pursing her lips as she crossed her legs and folded her arms expectantly. Jacob finally reached the table, sitting across from her and cupping his hands on the table.

“So?” Deita asked curtly.

“Yeah, yeah! I have your product,” Jacob quickly spat as he rolled his eyes. 

He wasn’t happy about it, he could feel Liz jostling herself around inside the prescription bottle within his pocket the entire time he was inside of the diner. She had been making a fuss for sure. He reached into his pocket, pulled the bottle out and cupped it in his hand to make sure no passersby would see it. The last thing he needed was for someone to think a drug deal was going down.

“That’s not who I think it is…?” Deita wide eyed the bottle, seemingly anxious to know the occupant.

“Who do you think it is, you retard? You literally requested her yourself.” Jacob knew it was rude, but frankly he hated Deita and would call her whatever names he could get away with.

“Blaire!?” Deita almost appeared to be salivating at the thought of it.

“What!? No! It’s Liz! My cook! Are you fucking stupid? Say Blaire’s name one more damn time and you can kiss your fucking product goodbye!”

“Ah, of course,” Deita reached over and sneakily took the bottle from Jacob’s hand. “You best watch your tone with me, you don’t have to be such an asshole you know!”

“We aren’t friends, now do you have the money?” Jacob realized his anger had gotten his better judgment. He had just surrendered Liz to Deita before obtaining the cash that was promised.

“It took four bags, two and a half each. It’s tucked under the back, left wheel of your food wagon. They’re hidden behind the plywood support, out of view,” Deita informed him.

“I’ll be counting it, every last dollar!” Jacob hissed.

“Sure, if you say so. But Avaramix doesn’t short his suppliers, so if you want to waste your time then knock yourself out.”

“Now if you don’t mind…” Jacob was about to stand up, but Deita held up her hand to stop him.

“Sit,” Deita commanded, “we have more to discuss.”

“I’m on a date! I don’t have time for this,” Jacob spat.

“You best make time, Jacob. We paid you more than fair wage for this specimen, do you understand? Don’t test my fucking patience, plant your ass in that chair. I have some questions that Avaramix would like answered promptly, for our future transactions.”

Jacob was annoyed, but he couldn’t argue with the woman. He was well aware of how dangerous the organization was, but he also knew that they feared him to a certain degree as well. Jacob sat back down, glaring at Deita with hatred untold.

“Was that so difficult? Now then, our master wanted to learn more about your abilities. Would you mind?”

“It’ll cost him,” Jacob answered.

“The price was paid, now begone with your undesirable attitude and comply. For someone who is ten million richer, you sure seem miserable for it!”

“Fine then. What exactly is it he wants to know? And to be clear, if it compromises my position with your organization, I will not answer. Got it?”

“Sure, whatever.” Deita sighed with annoyance, but she had no choice but to proceed. “He wants to know, how difficult is it to do what you do? And how long once you pull the trigger?”

“Difficult? The most difficult part is the time and place. Aside from that, if no one’s watching and no cameras are rolling, it’s the easiest thing in the world. How long after I do the deed? Basically instant, like four to seven seconds depending on their height and weight. Why does this matter?”

“I’ll tell you why,” Deita was pleased with his answer so far, “then if we were to supply you products directly, how many could you shrink at one time? Do you have a timer? A cooldown of sorts? Resting period?”

“You could bring me a hundred people and I’d have them all at an inch height in under ten minutes,” Jacob assured her. “Wait… Are you actually implying that’s the direction you want to go with this? Mass scale?”

“Precisely, I guess you’re not a moron after all,” Deita retorted. “Your product has become quite… Popular. The master would wish for faster delivery of such specimens. Your method is too slow, you have more to lose and risk getting caught too easily in a small town with people who know everyone and everything that goes on in Valdez. It’s time to change tactics.”

Jacob remained silent, and slowly sat back in the metal chair as he entered deep thought. This was taking an abrupt turn, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. It was a hard pill to swallow already, the victims he’d shrunk thus far and delivered to fates unknown to him. Now Avaramix wanted to deliver his victims directly? To mass produce his product on a huge scale? It seemed heinous, no… Nefarious. Jacob wasn’t sure he could do it, then again, what’s the difference between a few innocents and a thousand? Every single victim was damned, what did it matter how many? Did it make a difference in his conscience?

“I’m not sure about this,” Jacob admitted, his stuck up demeanor suddenly fading as nervousness enveloped him.

“Oh Jacob,” Deita giggled wickedly. “Don’t tell me your moral compass is flying off the radar! You remember Alicia? The last woman you delivered to us? I received word of her purchase today, do you have any idea what cruel fate awaits that young woman?”

Jacob glared up at the middle aged woman, but admittedly he had never cared to know about the fate of his victims. However, suddenly, he was interested more than ever. He didn’t know why, he didn’t care before. Something inside him had changed, and he wanted to know.

“I don’t. Tell me, please.”

Deita was surprised. She had meant to torment him and tease him, but Jacob’s entire demeanor had changed. The woman sat back as well, eyeing Jacob auspiciously.

“Alright then. The young woman is supposedly a petulant brat, according to Jinshin, my cohort. Remember her? You met once, months ago.”

“I remember, get to the point,” Jacob snapped.

“Of course. Alicia Portman was sold to this young woman, Camilla is her name if I recall. Quite the catch, if she wasn’t a psychotic nutcase. Apparently her last purchase, the young man you shrunk a month and a half ago, was so tormented by Camilla that he jumped out of her hand the first chance he got and killed himself by plummeting to his death.”

“What did she do that was so horrible?” Jacob leaned closer, his interest killing him now. He had never heard the details of his victims' fates before.

“No clue, it wasn’t asked,” Deita said with dismay. “Alicia apparently sobbed relentlessly, I doubt she’ll last very long with this ‘Camilla’ character. I think this customer will be a repeat one, very often at that. I bet she’ll have a bad habit of breaking her toys.”

“They aren’t toys,” Jacob retorted, “how did the man die when he fell from her palm? I don’t understand.”

“You don’t? Isn’t it obvious?” Deita giggled humorously. “He splattered on the hard, tile floor. He was half an inch tall. How could he possibly have survived?”

“No, that wouldn’t have been enough,” Jacob declared, bringing a hand up to his chin in deep thought.

Deita eyed Jacob suspiciously, it seemed he was keeping some very needed details to himself.

“Explain, what do you mean it wouldn’t have been enough? He was tiny as fuck, wouldn’t that fall kill him? Shouldn’t it?”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jacob answered. “When I shrink somebody, most of their density remains regardless. While not invincible, and it doesn’t take too much effort to harm them, they are more durable than you would think. A fall would have given him a sprained ankle or two, maybe a fractured bone somewhere if they landed in the right spot. No way it would have killed him though. Camilla has to be lying, it’s not possible.”

Deita was speechless, her eyes opening wide with shock. “Seriously!? You must be joking!”

“I’m not, trust me I’ve experimented with this shit. You think I don’t know the extent of my own abilities?”

“Why didn’t you inform us earlier? This changes everything! We can use this as a selling tactic for sure! Durable shrinkies, make em’ last! Avaramix will be very pleased.”

Deita turned her hand, peering at the prescription bottle in her hand. She could see Liz curled up in the fetal position, appearing to be sobbing silently.

“This one’s bigger,” Deita noted aloud.

“Oh, that’s another thing,” Jacob had almost forgotten. “I can make them slightly different sizes.”

“Really?” Deita couldn’t contain her continued shock, it seemed Jacob had been full of surprises today.

“I can’t keep them any bigger than three inches once I’ve triggered my ability. However, after some testing, it seems I can make them as tall as three inches, or as small as half an inch. Any smaller or larger is impossible, at least to my knowledge so far.”

“Is it permanent? I’m just curious.”

“Yes, it’s permanent,” Jacob assured, though he didn’t seem happy to say it. “Unfortunately I learned that the hard way. Once I shrink someone, there’s no going back. They don’t have to eat as much, or drink as much. Their time between urination and excretion is quadrupled as well. It seems they develop hyper metabolisms, along with their dense durability. But like I said, if you step on them for instance, your weight could easily crush them like any other bug. The durability only goes so far.”

“I see,” Deita got a brilliant idea. “This one, Liz, is it? She’s a mute, right? She can’t speak?”

“That’s right,” Jacob confirmed.

“So if I were to indulge before deliverance, she wouldn’t be able to testify?” Deita let a cruel grin spread across her lips.

“She can sign,” Jacob answered.

“Sign?” Deita didn’t understand what that meant.

“Yeah, sign language? She can sign to speak. If anyone knew sign language, they’d be able to communicate with her,” Jacob explained.

“Dutifully noted,” Deita chuckled wickedly again, standing up and placing the bottle into her purse. “You’ve enlightened me today, Jacob. Inside one of the bags of cash is a cell phone, untraceable. You’ll get a call from me in exactly thirty-six hours' time on instructions for what’s next.”

“About that, where exactly would you people be ‘delivering’ products for me to do my thing?” Jacob asked, wanting details immediately. “And we need to discuss the price.”

“Actions are already being taken for such measures,” Deita assured him, “so don’t worry, we won’t pull you out of Valdez and away from your precious Blaire. It’ll be lowkey and untraceable in all manners. Avaramix simply wants no more products from Valdez residents, it’s poor business practice.”

“And the price?” Jacob repeated impatiently.

“Your risk is plummeting to near zero now,” Deita answered. “Therefore the price is changing to something more reasonable. You will be paid two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars per product. You will quit your job as a food wagon peasant and be given a nifty job as a security consultant for a particular automotive industry, those details will come in time.”

“Two-hundred and fifty!? Thousand!? Seriously?” Jacob was not happy to hear this.

“Relax,” Deita calmed him, “your job will be easier, and that’s two-fifty thousand per product. You’ll be delivering ten times the product on a monthly basis from now on, you’ll still be raking in the millions Jacob, and without any of the risk. We’ll launder every last dollar for you, including what you’ve been paid already. You’ll have a successful career as a consultant, and you can impress Blaire with the lesser details. What is there to complain about?”

“I suppose nothing at all,” Jacob murmured, standing up as well and pushing his chair under the table angrily.

“That’s what I thought, now best return to your date,” Deita winked at the young man, turning on her heel and strutting away elegantly.

As Deita returned to her car a few blocks down, Jacob could do nothing else but ponder the situation he was getting himself into. He had never revealed such details regarding his abilities before, and learning about this customer ‘Camilla’ really began to eat away at his conscience.

If Camilla was the type of clientele purchasing his products, that meant his victims had to be suffering in ways he couldn’t even imagine. It didn’t seem to matter to him at first, at least not until he shrunk his own employee, Liz. While they weren’t friends, he had never shrunk anybody that he knew personally before. Three weeks they worked together, and he got to know her quite well in that time.

Jacob was pushing the boundaries, and he knew it. He never cared about anyone before, not really. Not until Blaire, that’s when it all changed. It was clear why, not to him at least. Sure, Blaire was beautiful, stunningly so. A lot of women were, what made Blaire any different? Jacob couldn’t answer that question, he only knew how felt, and he wanted to keep Blaire as far away from this as possible.

It didn’t sit well with him that Deita had her eyes on Blaire, repeatedly considering her as the next product. Jacob would shut that down as harshly as he could, but he didn’t trust Deita. He didn’t trust anyone within the organization.

“Shit,” Jacob checked the time, his fifteen minutes had been up three minutes ago. He needed to return to the diner immediately.

Sprinting his way down the block and towards the diner, Jacob did his best to repress his moral conscience and resume his standard, charming nature as to not alert Blaire. The last thing Jacob would accept was Blaire ever suspecting the truth as to what he did for a living and the fate of those he had condemned for a quick buck.

Volume I

Chapter 4

Deita’s Desires

The door to the motel room could be heard, as the lock turned from outside before the handle twisted and a gush of cool air swept throughout the room. An anticipated Deita entered her motel room with haste, a despicable and dirty grin spread across her lips. She took her purse from her shoulder, reaching inside and pulling out the prescription bottle that had been delivered to her by Jacob.

Within the confines of this bottle, was the shrunken, mute Liz who had been Jacob’s latest victim. Now she was in the hands of a dirty minded Deita, who upon learning that Liz was mute, had concocted a selfish and lustful scheme before handing the product over to her organization to be sold off.

Kicking off her heels and tossing her purse onto a chair nearby, she planted her nylon-clad soles into the rough carpet of the cheap motel. She scrunched her toes, before striding elegantly towards the window of her motel room. Deita was assuredly the luxurious type, an aristocrat of sorts that held high power within an evil organization that benefited from the lesser fortunes of others in the worst ways.

Approaching the curtains, she abruptly withdrew them allowing the dim light of the setting sun to pour into the gloomy abode. However, she allowed the see-through, silk curtain shades remain closed, at the very least to retain a smidge of privacy. For what Deita was soon to inflict upon the confused and terrified Liz, was not something she wished to be unveiled to a random passerby.

Deita then proceeded to remove her outer jacket, folding it elegantly while also keeping hold of the prescription bottle. There was no care or nurture in maintaining the bottle's balance, and Liz was surely jostled around back and forth from one end to the other. The poor, young woman would smack into the cold, hard plastic within the confines of her prison, and it was not at all pleasant.

Hanging the jacket over the edge of the bed frame, Deita revealed her tight blouse that barely contained the melons on her chest. She stretched out her arms, and it was a miracle that her tits didn’t pop straight out right there and then. The raven-haired woman planted her enormous ass on the edge of the bed, causing it to creak beneath her massive, divine figure.

“Before I have some fun, I’d best make a call,” Deita spoke aloud, hoping Liz understood every word. “Business before pleasure, as they say.”

Deita pulled out her phone from her bra, which had more than enough storage to conceal a great many oddities. Hitting the speed dial, her call immediately began to transfer as it rang incessantly. Lifting it to her ear, her grin was unwavering as she continued to think of all the sexy acts she might perform on her new, temporary plaything.

The phone was answered.

“Deita,” said the voice of Jinshin over the phone.

“Jinshin,” said Deita.

“Did Jacob deliver the product as agreed upon?”

“Oh yes he did, and this product is quite the fine specimen! She’s a mute, can’t utter a single note this one,” Deita revealed with a seductive tone in her voice.

“The master won’t be pleased with a product that cannot interact with their owner’s desires,” Jinshin questioned.

“I beg to differ,” Deita argued. “I think a good purchase is a toy that can’t insult you, don’t you agree? Dildo’s wouldn’t be any fun if they called you a whore every time you put inside you, would it?”

Jinshin remained silent over the phone, and didn’t respond to that comment.

“I understand that our more sadistic clientele love the aspect of their little begging, and pathetic pleas, but trust me this one is better silent,” Deita assured. “Just seeing her that one time before Jacob shrunk her, I could tell she’s a spicy one. I know these things, I have a sense for it.”

“It matters not, do you believe her condition could increase her value?” Jinshin asked.

“Absolutely, triple the price, easily.” Deita leaned forward a bit. “In fact, I’m already considering buying her for myself… I may not be able to resist!”

“The master prohibits us from-” Jinshin was interrupted.

“Blah, blah! Yeah, I know, whatever.” Deita rolled her eyes. “Look, she’ll be fine. I’ll have her delivered on schedule before the next auction. Get as much bang for our buck on this one, I’m serious. The little bug even knows sign language! Imagine that!”

“Good, now onto the other matter,” Jinshin addressed. “Were you able to learn more about Jacob’s abilities?”

“I was. His victims' conditions are permanent, and cannot be undone. Further, he can supposedly make them as small as half an inch, or as big as three inches. This could pose an opportunity for pre-purchased products, a pick-your-own size type of deal. Also, Jacob claims that once shrunk, they’re more durable than you’d think. They can handle wear and tear better than we expected!”

“Excellent, Avaramix will be pleased with this information,” Jinshin exclaimed.

“I fly out tomorrow morning, should arrive in under thirty-six hours. Until then, Jinshin.”

“Until then.”

Click. They hung up.

“Now then, where was I? Ah yes, time to get a firsthand experience with one of you little things. I’ve been waiting for a perfect opportunity like this for sometime now!”

Deita brought her thighs together, lifting the prescription bottle to her eyes and looking over it with anticipation. The shadow of Liz within was seen backed into the corner of the bottle, opposite of Deita. The poor girl was shaking violently, that much was abundantly obvious. Deita couldn’t even begin to imagine the trauma inflicted on your entire world be upended, shrunk down to an insignificant plaything, against your will, and sold off to who knew; to be left to a fate unknown.

Bringing her free hand over, her fingers gripped the bottle cap and pushed it down, then twisting it to release. With a pop the cap came off, and Deita flicked it across the room without a care as she tilted the bottle and peered inside.

That disgusting grin of hers somehow managed to grow even wider, her snow white teeth gleaming in the sunlight as her eyes gazed down upon her little toy. Liz reluctantly met her gaze, her eyes teary and cheeks red. No doubt she’d be sobbing silently for some time, probably wondering what her boss, Jacob, had done to her.

“Splendid,” Deita cooed, “you are a sight to behold! I had a keen interest in you the moment I laid eyes on you. I was wise to suggest you as Jacob’s next target, lucky me!”

Liz began shaking her head, as if in disbelief. The now tiny woman began to sign towards Deita, hoping that this gargantuan woman would be able to understand her.

“That’s a waste of time, darling. I don’t know sign language, sorry.” Deita tilted the bottle over her cupped palm, and out came Liz tumbling straight into her fleshy palm.

Liz landed on Deita’s palm gently, landing on her back as she sprawled out and immediately looked back up to meet Deita’s endless stare. The look of dread and uncertainty on Liz’s face said it all, but of course this only fueled the lust of her captor that much more.

“You really can’t utter a tone at all, can you?” Deita asked rhetorically. “Must be frustrating, right? All these questions, fear… And you can’t even speak to me in an effort to find out why you’re here. Nod your head if I’m hitting the mark here, by all means.”

Liz nodded hesitantly, tears trickling down her cheeks. While she hoped this woman didn’t intend harm, she also knew this woman was unlikely going to help her in any fashion. She’d heard enough within the confines of the prescription bottle, and while she wanted to rationalize it a million separate ways, it was all to clear what fate had befallen her. She had been sold into some bizarre form of slavery.

“Good. Obedience is key,” Deita giggled harmoniously as she lifted her palm up to her eyes, wanting a closer look at Liz’s naked appearance. “I find it hot that the clothes don’t shrink with you. Did you get lost inside your shirt, socks? Panties maybe? You must have been so incredibly confused.”

Deita lowered her palm, scooting over on the bed and towards the headboard. She relaxed against a soft, generously sized pillow before crossing her legs over each other. Her hand was getting weary, holding up Liz for so long, and the older woman wanted to give it a rest.

“Where to put you?” Deita looked down at her bosom, and an idea struck her instantly. Without warning, she brought her palm above her massive cleavage, before unceremoniously dumping Liz straight between her massive jugs.

Liz free fell for a split second, the rush of air as if she had jumped out of a plane. In a moments instant, Liz’s entire body slapped into the left flesh of Deita’s boob, before bouncing to the other and eventually her legs slipped between the woman’s cleavage and she had become wedged almost immediately.

At the size that Liz had been shrunk to, an inch tall, Deita’s melon-sized boobs were like meteors, plushy meteors. She tried to get her balance, but her small hands sunk right into the flesh as the enormous titties pressed against her insignificant form.

“I quite like you down there, makes me feel powerful over you,” Deita teased. “I hope you’re a lesbian, maybe we’ll both get off to this.”

Deita took each hand and cupped her boobs, gently squeezing them together as she giggled mischievously. Before Liz could plead with a silent stare, she had been completely enveloped in the smooth flesh of Deita’s mammaries. Liz felt her arms folding in awkward positions, the pain agonizing as she was compacted harshly between this stranger’s breasts.

“Oh… Oh yes… I love it when you squirm!” Deita was enjoying herself, she couldn’t believe how easy it was to make Liz squirm and struggle. Her massive tits alone could easily crush this tiny woman to a bloody pulp. At least, if Deita wanted, which she didn’t.

“I could do this all day, but I suppose you need to breathe,” Deita chuckled as she released the pressure, and on cue Liz could be heard gasping for air almost immediately upon release.

Air filled her tiny lungs violently, she had felt as if she was going to suffocate to death as Deita had her way with her. The tears had really begun to stream down her face, a testament to how desperate she was to cry out and beg, and she couldn’t even do that. Never in the tiny girl's life had she wanted to be able to speak so badly. Liz wanted to scream, cry and plead for Deita to let her go, but deep down she knew it wasn’t going to happen.

“What else could I do with you?” Deita pondered her thoughts, this was a new experience for her. There were so many different ways to utilize Liz, but the woman didn’t want to leave any marks, or risk killing her, so her naughtier ideas would be spared to the tiny slave.

“I wonder…” Deita began eyeing Liz’s perky, small tits with a lustful stare. She bit her lip, finding this specimen quite pleasing in appearance. “I want to taste you, I think. I’ve tasted a woman before, but at your size, I could do a whole lot better!”

Liz’s eyes grew wide in horror. What the hell was this woman talking about? Her disgustingly sexual gaze put her off as well, was she actually getting off to this? Of course she was, that was the point, Liz knew this. She wasn’t a fool, she was just frantic and in a state of shock.

Deita reached down and plucked Liz straight from her cleavage, lifting her by a single arm as she dangled the wriggling woman in the air in front of her. A seductively wicked grin filled Liz’s view, as she was held in front of her face. In addition, being dangled by one arm was extremely painful as she felt her shoulder was about to be ripped from its socket.

“You squirm so much, you know that?” Deita teased. “My master may prohibit purchases, but perhaps I’ll ‘misplace’ you, if you catch my drift. What do you think? How would you like to be mine for the rest of your miserable, pathetic existence?”

Liz shook her head violently, opening her mouth as if to shout, only for nothing to come out. Her tears wouldn’t stop raining down, but they only seemed to add to the fun for her cruel mistress. Deita bellowed with wicked laughter, uncontainable. Watching Liz freak out without being able to speak had begun to turn the woman on. She never would have guessed how much fun it’d be to torment someone with the inability to speak a single word. Liz’s expressions and actions said it all, picture perfect.

“You poor, poor thing,” Deita cooed, “I know it must be hard to accept, but you're just a little sex toy now. You’re the perfect size for it, so why not embrace it? Besides, it’s not like you ever had an actual future to look forward to. I can’t say the same for whoever buys you, but I promise I’ll be gentle. I’d hate to break you.”

Deita held the woman closer now, her nostrils flaring with every breath as Liz watched in horror.

“You look so… Delectable… I wonder how you taste. I bet your flesh is succulent, those tits sure seem juicy. Mmmmm…”

Without warning, Deita stuck out her massive tongue. The sticky, wet muscle protruded outwards, the tip gently pressing against Liz’s breasts and nipples as Deita hummed with a melodic tune. The tiny woman felt her warm saliva coating her flesh, her nipples aroused against her will as the giant woman tasted her little morsel. Liz wriggled and writhed, but that only caused the tongue to vibrate as Deita let out a guttural, withheld giggle to avoid shaking around her little plaything.

With a quick retreat of the tongue, Deita pursed her lips and admired the sweet taste of Liz’s petite form.

“Mmmm, oh yeah. You’re delicious. This’ll be fun for sure.”

Before Liz could even process what was being done, Deita used her free hand and plucked Liz by the hips. There was no grace, only lust, as Deita opened her mouth and began to move Liz straight towards it. The victims eyes opened wide with sorrow, a broken whimper all that she managed to let out as she looked at the horrific insides of her captor’s maw.

Strands of thick, slimy spit hung from the roof of Deita’s mouth, connected to various locations upon the surface of her tongue. They all broke free as the mouth opened agape, her uvula dangling ominously over the black abyss that was a portal to what Liz could imagine to be hell incarnate.

With one swift shove, Deita crammed Liz’s upper torso into her mouth before clamping her plush lips around the woman’s waist. In an instant she was trapped in darkness, a humid and sticky environment as her face planted itself against the soft membrane of Deita’s tongue.

Liz tried to push away, globs of saliva sticking to her face and chest as she looked around with terror in her eyes. Suddenly she felt as if this woman were insane, was Deita going to devour her? Was she some sort of cannibal? Liz almost lost her mind upon this possibly. What other reason would Deita shove her inside of her mouth?

“Mmmmmm…” Deita moaned, feeling her womanhood warming itself up.

The moans echoed throughout the chamber of which Liz found her upper half trapped within. They pierced her ears, the sounds emanating from the giantess’ voice box down below. At her little size, the noise was more than enough to send her into an existential panic attack. Liz began waving frantically, jerking left and right, up and down as if to try and fight against this woman’s lustful will.

‘Yes… Try and fight it… Squirm inside of my mouth, it just makes the experience so much better…’ Deita thought, lost in her own lustful thinking.

The woman began to use her tongue and taste Liz in whole. The massive monster, at least to Liz, had begun to churn and curl around her. It enveloped every part of Liz’s upper half, tasting every square inch there was to offer for the insatiable giantess. If Liz hadn’t been before, she was now drowning in Deita’s saliva as the tongue made a mess of the poor girl.

It swept across her nipples, her firm but rather small boobs. The rough texture dragged across Liz’s face, a glob of spit forcing its way into her nose and mouth as the little woman tried to scream despite her inability to do so. She was forced to swallow the vile, biological matter of another woman. She felt the gunky mess oozing down her throat, and as Liz tried to breathe, shot more globs of Deita’s spit from her nostrils as she tried to fight for a breath of fresh air in the dank and disgusting habitat she found herself in.

‘So delicious… I’m almost tempted to swallow you whole! That would be no fun, though. At least, not with you. I like you too much, besides, your death isn’t mine to take. What a shame.’

Deita had tasted Liz enough, but she felt an ungodly amount of saliva building up inside of her mouth. She realized she might drown the poor thing, so she began to slurp on her little plaything and began to swallow down the copious amounts of saliva that had secreted into her mouth.

This is when Liz suffered the most. In an instant it felt as if a vacuum had been started, and Liz was being tugged violently towards it. As the enormous giantess slurped and slurped on Liz’s upper half, the woman felt her torso trying to break free from her hips. It was agonizing, excruciating even. Every muscle on her body ached and yearned for an end to this nightmare.

The sound, that was another ordeal entirely. Every slurp that Deita gave, was an ear shattering rupture of Liz’s small and vulnerable ear drums. They had begun to bleed, the pain sharp and intense. To say that Liz’s tears were salty and many, couldn’t even begin to describe how badly Liz wanted to scream at the top of her lungs.

The ocean of saliva that had begun to drown Liz had now been sucked towards the back of Deita’s throat. Liz could barely see the whirlwind fury of the woman’s throat contractions as her massive tongue shifted back and forth, gulping down large amounts of her spit with each motion. While the entire process only took a few, short moments… For Liz, it felt like an eternity.

At long last it ended, and everything came to a halt. Liz found herself flat on the tongue, lifting her head hopelessly to see Deita’s throat pulsating ominously. It was drenched in a thick coating of mucus and gunk, the uvula wiggling now and again as if reacting to something. Then, a jerking motion brought Liz slipping back between the woman’s lips and into the light at last.

“Wow, that was incredible,” Deita exclaimed. “Next time I’ll just toss you in like a jawbreaker. Suck on you while I watch a movie perhaps, that sounds like a good time. Your body is… Sooooo delectable!”

As Liz was held by her waist, her arms fell limp and her head aimed downward. She whimpered and cried, but she had no energy left to move even a single muscle.

“Awwww, was that too much? There, there. It’ll be alright, little one.”

The titanic woman took her free finger, and gently caressed Liz on the cheek. Deita rubbed away the girl's tears, a gentle nature suddenly overtaking her previously rough spirit.

“I bet you’re wondering why Jacob did this to you, hm?” Deita asked soothingly, still caressing Liz with the utmost care.

This caused Liz to react, as she lifted her head and sheepishly gazed at the giantess that held her.

“I’d like to say he didn’t want to do it, that I forced him, and all that jazz. But that’s not the truth, Liz.” Deita revealed.

Her gentle expression once again turned to a nefarious one, an evil grin spreading across her lips.

“Jacob didn’t even try to save you, Liz,” Deita spoke cruelly. “He shrunk you without a second thought, and happily sold you to my organization. Do you know how much money we paid him for you, Liz? Ten million dollars. That’s right, sweetie, you’re quite the valuable toy, you see?”

Any shred of hope behind Liz’s eyes, had all but melted upon hearing this. Despite her glands being empty, tears managed to form under her eyes as the realization set it. She knew this woman wasn’t lying, she could see it in her eyes.

“You probably thought he liked you, maybe you liked him, or not. Doesn’t matter, you were his employee, and sold you off as a sex toy for a quick buck. Cruel, isn’t it? Not that it matters, you’re going to be someone’s property soon enough.”

Deita cackled wickedly, as Liz began to shake with dread and despair. Something overcame the distraught woman, and she began hand-signing to Deita desperately. She signed and signed, hopelessly trying to communicate something to the giantess.

“Silly girl, I don’t understand you!” Deita chuckled some more. “Watching you do that is hilarious, such a silly language! I’ll tell you what, I’ll put in a good word for you, alright? Maybe we can match you with a customer who knows how to read that hogwash, that way you won’t feel completely speechless, alright?”

Liz didn’t relent, shaking her head furiously as she signed even harder. Her eyes were easy to read, she was desperate to get a word in to this woman, but Deita wouldn’t allow it.

“Enough of that, we have an early morning and a long flight my dear. Now tell you what, I’ll give you the option of where you can sleep tonight.”

Liz kept signing, ignoring Deita entirely. She then began to open her mouth, trying to mouth words to the woman to try and say something, but Deita ignored this also.

“I can put you back in the bottle for the night, though I’m sure that would be uncomfortable,” Deita smirked, “or…”

The woman used her free hand, slipping it down below and to the waistband of her skirt. She pulled it down slightly, including her panties, and Liz looked down with horror as she realized what the woman was hinting at.

“So what’ll be? Bottle? Or the plush warmth of my womanhood?”

Liz had broken, her lips quivering and her eyes bright red as she held her hands together and pleaded hysterically. If only it made a difference, but unfortunately, Deita was a soulless, evil monster of a woman. Her gentle charm and soothing demeanor was an act, all a means to coercing obedience from those she deemed beneath her.

“Ahhh, are you begging to sleep with my womanhood? I think that’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? Well I surrender, then. Careful, though… The more you squirm, the hornier I’ll get, and I left my dildo at home…”

Deita cackled again, as she sat upright and stood up from the bed. She pulled her waistband and pantyline away from her hips, opening a massive entrance below. Liz was promptly let go, and the girl flailed in the air as she free-fell a great distance and all the way down and past the waistline of Deita’s skirt and panties.

The girl hit the fabric hard, tumbling down the silky, laced material before rolling and face planting head first between the moist folds of Deita’s pussy. It was shaven neatly, trimmed around the edges leaving a nice carpet above the drapes so to speak.

Liz could smell this woman’s musky scent, but it had a hint of sweetness to it, making the scent intolerable at her size. Once again she flailed about, reaching up towards Deita as if to plead and beg, but it was too late. With one motion, Deita released her grip and Liz was sealed in darkness. The fabric whipped back, forcing Liz firmly against the woman’s private bits.

The giantess had certainly been turned on, as Liz felt the woman’s juices secreting slowly and covering her from head to toe. Liz sobbed and sobbed, unable to move as the world around her shook and tumbled with every step that Deita took. After everything she had endured upon Jacob’s cruel actions, it had finally been the first time that Liz had begun to wish for the embrace of death. That had to be better than a lifetime of this.

Humming happily to herself, Deita undressed with the exception of her panties. She pulled back the bedsheets, patting her crotch gently to make sure that Liz got the full experience. The cruel woman almost wanted to get off really quick, but alas she was tired and didn’t want to push her luck with the product. After all, if Avaramix were to find out, she knew he wouldn’t be happy about it.

‘I’m sure I can always fool around with other specimens down the road,’ Deita thought, ‘some product testing to ensure prime satisfaction of our clients. Yes, that will do…’

Getting snugly beneath the covers, Deita reached over to the nightstand and turned out the lights. Turning to her side, she crossed her thighs which squeezed Liz firmly between the folds of her juicy slit. As she closed her eyes to go to sleep, Deita let out a sly smile as she felt Liz squirming violently inside of her panties.

It was going to be a distracting night, that was for sure.

Volume I

Chapter 5

6:00PM

The door to Jacob’s cabin opened as he kicked it gently with his foot. With two bags in each hand, and two beside his feet, he struggled to carry them inside before dropping them abruptly at the front door. He turned and grabbed the other two, doing the same. He was in a rush, it was thirty to six, and he needed to make sure he had enough time to arrive to Blaire’s without being late.

Closing the door behind him, he grabbed the bags and struggled to carry them towards the closet in his hallway. He opened it, pulling out various items such as a vacuum, some shoe boxes and storage containers. After clearing the closet, Jacob got on his knees and began to feel around the carpeted floor. Upon feeling two screws barely hidden by the carpet, he carefully gripped them with his fingers and steadily pulled a secret compartment hidden beneath the floor.

Inside was a shallow space, maybe two feet deep. It was piled with cash, maybe a few hundred thousand. Jacob took each bag and began to dump the millions of dollars he had obtained into the compartment, but after dumping half of the second bag, it was already filled to the brim. There was no way he’d be able to fit all ten million inside.

“Dammit,” Jacob cursed under his breath.

He sighed as he stood to his feet. He scratched his head, unsure of what to do. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving the cash in the open, or even tucked away somewhere. It was better to hide it completely, but his compartment wouldn’t fit the rest.

‘What the hell am I supposed to do now?’ Jacob thought to himself. ‘I’ll figure it out later, I don’t have time for this.’

Jacob put the cover back over the compartment, before grabbing the two and half bags left of cash and stashing them as far back into the closet as he could. Then he stacked the storage containers in a way that concealed the bags, before then stacking the shoeboxes to hide them completely. Putting the vacuum back inside, he closed the closet door and decided it would have to suffice for the time being.

Walking towards his living room, Jacob approached his couch and sat down, exhausted after dragging the weight of the bags back home. It had been nerve wracking, to be caught with such a large amount of cash would be suspicious to anybody. Luckily Valdez was a small town, and he knew enough routes back home to expel any unwanted attention.

His eyes shifted towards the coffee table in front of him, as he contemplated everything that had happened as of recent. While he had gotten the money he requested, the act of selling his employee, Liz, to the organization still did not sit well with him. He was bothered by it, something he wasn’t accustomed to with previous deliveries, but Liz wasn’t like the others.

He had worked with her, gotten to know her even. More so than the ‘dates’ he had gone on, or ‘acquaintances’ he had made on hikes when males were on the menu for the organization's clientele. Liz had been grateful for the job, she loved cooking and was good at it. It was hard to get a job anywhere else, because nobody could understand her and it was too much a hassle to try and communicate with a mute woman.

Jacob knew sign language, not an expert but it was enough to communicate fluidly with the young cook. He had given her a stable job, enough to pay her bills and give her a decent life in the remote Valdez, Alaska. Whatever future she may have had, Jacob snuffed out without a second thought at the behest of Deita. Why had he done it? He didn’t even think twice, he didn’t even stick up for her. He could have shrunk a number of other potential victims, was it because Liz was easy?

Sighing again, Jacob leaned forward and laced his fingers. He brought his hands up to his head, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth in frustrated thought. Again he was making excuses, gaslighting himself into a mistruth, any truth that might offer an ease on his mind. The truth was that Jacob knew precisely why he had so callously decided to shrink Liz without a second thought.

Blaire, that was the reason. Something about her made him yearn to know her more. Her beauty was beyond reason, her personality mystifying and interesting. It was clear she had a depth that most women failed to achieve. Whether it was true or not, it was true for Jacob. Dating was always a struggle for him, because of his past. Every woman he tried to date, or get to know, ultimately brought him back to the trauma during his childhood.

Their selfish, prideful demeanors. Their self interests and lack of broader reasoning. The men too, not just the women. All of the friends he made in an effort to get more product, he had no qualms with his actions. Every man he met was a horny pig, always talking about women like objects and fuck holes. Over the years Jacob had become increasingly hateful of the world and its populace. Everyone was for themselves, even if it meant walking over the feeble and lesser beings of the human race.

That’s why Blaire was different, he could tell. He had to make sure, he couldn’t let that opportunity pass by him, not without trying. Every time he spoke with her, he was increasingly interested in her character. She was hiding something from him, he knew it. Jacob suspected that Blaire came from a wealthy background, but if that was the case, then why would she leave it all behind and move to the remote Valdez? A nobody town, a place where old folks retire, or young people yearn to escape the moment they are able.

Now he had been invited on a date, at her own home for that matter. She had promised to reveal more of her past, after using his charming abilities to sway her. He wouldn’t fool himself, Jacob was manipulating her against his own desire. It was his nature to deceive for his own benefit. Instead of it being for cash, however, this time it was because he genuinely felt something for Blaire, and he had to explore it.

That’s why Jacob was bothered by the fate of Liz, because despite his lack of interest in the young cook, she wasn’t like the others either. Just like Jacob, her disability lessened the interests of others, and she was an outcast just like he was since childhood. He knew she deserved a better life, but if it meant clearing Blaire of Deita’s interest, he would do it again and again if it meant keeping Blaire off of the organization's radar.

Having enough of his own thoughts, Jacob pushed them aside and looked at his phone. He had fifteen minutes to get to Blaire's, and she was about ten minutes away. He figured being a little early would show interest, so he stood to his feet and headed out the door.

The sound of a door creaking open echoed throughout the dimly lit hallway. It wasn’t too spacious, and only ten feet long or so. Jinshin closed the door behind her, the sound of her boots echoing with each step as she approached the only door at the end of the hallway.

Reaching the door, Jinshin paused briefly as she took a deep breath. Composing herself, and adjusting her outfit, she hesitantly lifted her hand and knocked on the door. There was a brief moment of silence, as Jinshin waited patiently in front of the door. Eventually, a muffled voice could be heard on the other side.

“You may enter.”

Upon hearing this, Jinshin opened the door and entered a room that resembled a large office. On the left side was a tall bookcase that spanned the entire length of the wall, and stood over eight feet tall. There was a ladder trolley attached to a pulley system, to reach books higher on the shelves.

The right side of the room hosted a large aquarium, all sorts of exotic saltwater life inside. There was an octopus, blending itself into the fake rocks below. Colorful fish swam around the tank, an eel poking its head out from a hole in a large boulder that was its home.

At the far end of the room, was a large oak table with a shadowy figure sitting in a chair behind it. The room was only accented with Edison style lighting, which was dimmed down meaning it was very difficult to make out the figures' appearance. The man had his hands locked together, elbows on his desk as his concealed face seemingly gazed across the room and towards Jinshin.

“Thank you for coming on short notice,” said the man.

“Of course, Avaramix,” Jinshin bowed with respect, before approaching him and sitting in a chair placed across from the table. “What do you require?”

“Details on your call with Deita,” Avaramix answered. “What has she learned?”

“Quite a few things,” Jinshin answered. “Jacob’s abilities are permanent, as you suspected. Furthermore, he can apparently adjust the final size of his victims from half an inch, up to three inches. Also, they are apparently more dense and durable when shrunk, so they aren’t as fragile as we initially suspected. This could be a great sales pitch for future transactions.”

“Interesting,” Avaramix leaned back in his chair, bringing his hands up to his chin.

“The shrinking process is relatively instant, leaving any non-organic material to crumple to the floor after the process is complete.”

“Was he born with these abilities?”

Jinshin shrugged. “If he was, those details were spared.”

“It seems viable that our plans may be set into motion then. Assuming Deita does not fail me, we could use these abilities of Jacob’s to obtain mass products and increase our profits tenfold. I am very pleased with you both. Your efforts especially, Jinshin.”

“Master… I only do what you ask of me,” Jinshin blushed, appreciating his admiration.

“Learning of Jacob and his abilities was the first step, and Deita is owed that in the days to come,” Avaramix said. “But without you, we wouldn’t have the clientele's interest in Jacob’s products. It’s because of you that we have reached this pinnacle within our organization.”

“Regarding Deita, there is more you should know,” Jinshin swallowed nervously.

“Yes?”

“I suspect she may have contaminated the recent specimen, the one being delivered here tomorrow,” Jinshin revealed.

“How so?”

“She didn’t admit anything, but she insinuated her interests in the newest delivery. A mute woman, who cannot speak. She claims she’ll make a larger profit, but I suspect that Deita was interested in having her for herself as well. She may have indulged herself, master.”

There was another brief silence, and Jinshin feared that she may have put Deita in the hot seat. After a few moments, Avaramix leaned forward. While his upper face was obscured by shadow, the light of the room illuminated the smile that spread across his face.

“Deita is always breaking the rules, isn’t she? No matter, we are beyond that point. With everything going according to my plans, it won’t matter soon enough. Deita can have her way this time, in fact she could have this new product if she’s that inclined. We’ll be getting much more in due time, which leads me to your gift.”

Jinshin showed an expression of shock. “Gift? F-for me?”

“Yes,” Avaramix answered as he reached under his desk and pulled out a small chest the size of a music box. He placed it on the table and slid it towards her.

“This was the second specimen Jacob ever gave us. His attitude put him off to any potential client. With the next steps of our plan going into motion in due time, I’ve instead decided to gift him to you. Do with him as you please, whatever desires you most. You’ve earned it, Jinshin.”

“Master! That isn’t necessary…” Jinshin blushed, this was not at all expected.

“Please, take him,” Avaramix insisted. “I understand my previous ruling on such matters, but I’ve changed my mind. The risk is none, they have nowhere to run or hide. You more than deserve it.”

“If you insist…” Jinshin hesitantly grabbed the little chest, lifting it up slowly as she unlatched the lock and opened it up.

Inside was a peculiar sight. He was around an inch tall, same as most of the victims of Jacob. He had short, spazzy hair that was dirty blonde. To Jinshin’s surprise, the young man had bright, blue eyes. He was very muscular and cut, quite handsome at that. While Jinshin was not a sexual deviant by any means, she would deny the attractiveness of this specific individual. Unlike Deita, Jinshin was not the type to indulge in raging, hormonal fantasies of the sadistic nature. Not unless it involved business, and the punishment of insubordinates.

“Well? Does he live up to your expectations?” Avaramix let out an evil, twisted smile.

“Absolutely. Thank you master…” Jinshin bowed, as she peered into the chest for a brief moment longer.

The young man appeared to be very young, perhaps twenty years old, maybe even eighteen but she wasn’t sure. His hands were bound behind his back, a piece of scotch tape that had been cut down to size and wrapped around his wrists to bind them. He must have really been a troublemaker after all, he even had another strip of tape wrapped around his mouth and head to silence him. After all, he supposedly had a bad nature of spitting profanities and generally being a nuisance. Not a single customer wanted him, the females seemed to be the most popular purchases anyways, for obvious reasons.

“When Deita arrives with the newest arrival, she’s free to have it for herself,” Avaramix declared. “Or she can have a future specimen, with our upcoming plan in motion, we’ll have far more product anyways, doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. The three of us will have a lot of talking to do. I'll be sending you both back to Valdez to get Jacob accustomed into his new role as a security consultant, including delivery of the in-transport delivery of many individuals of which have yet to be converted into more products.”

“Of course, whatever you desire, consider it done.”

“I know, Jinshin. Now go, enjoy yourself for the time being.” Avaramix dismissed her.

Closing the chest and sealing the young, tiny man back inside, Jinshin bowed once again, holding the chest to her bosom. Then she turned around and left the room as ordered. Unsure of exactly what she might do with her new gift, a few ideas began to cross her mind. Jinshin wondered what Deia might have done to Liz, but anything that crossed her mind made Jinshin recoil. She was always the modest type, and she had never been in a relationship with any man, so she was an inexperienced virgin to the highest degree.

Whatever fate would await the blue-eyed, blonde treat that she now possessed in her hand, Jinshin would have to find a use for him. One that fit her nature.

The clock struck 6:00PM on the digital clock of Blaire’s stove top. Dinner was almost ready, she had already strained the alfredo noodles and had begun to turn the heat down for the sizzling chicken that was nearly ready. A saucepan filled with a smelly aroma of alfredo sauce sizzled on the stove top, as Blaire began to question whether Jacob was going to show up on time.

To answer her question, a knock on the door came almost immediately. Jacob had indeed been on time, and Blaire smiled with excitement as she quickly jumped on the balls of her feet as she rushed to the front door.

Immediately she composed herself, containing an overwhelming smile and taking a deep breath, Blaire grabbed the handle and opened the door promptly to see the handsome Jacob standing on her porch with a big grin. There was a bottle of wine in his hands, as he lifted it up to show it off.

“Room for wine?” Jacob asked seductively.

“If you’re ready to eat! The food is almost done.” Blaire let Jacob inside.

It was a cozy cabin, that was for sure. It was located near the edge of Valdez, a more private abode and not easily spotted by the road. The wood pellet stove had been running, and the cabin had a cozy warmth to it.

Jacob couldn’t stop inhaling the delicious scent of the chicken alfredo that Blaire had made, as they took a seat at her table and helped themselves to a generous portion. After grabbing some wine glasses, Jacob popped the cork and poured each of them a glass. The wine was a classic red, a bittersweet aroma with an extra kick in the after taste. Jacob was pleased to see Blaire take a sip, and looked quite impressed.

“Jacob! This wine tastes expensive…” Blaire noted, being a bit of a wine connoisseur.

“How much do you think I paid for it?” Jacob asked, smiling vibrantly at the young woman.

“Oh I don’t know,” Blaire giggled heartily, “at least eighty dollars! No, ninety!”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t want to drink any more,” Jacob teased. “Don’t worry, I can afford it, I promise. I wanted to offer something in return for your delicious cooking, this chicken alfredo is incredible. Far beyond any alfredo recipe I’ve ever tasted, really. Consider the wine a thank you.”

“Oh Jacob… How much was this wine!?” Blaire was curious now, especially if Jacob wasn’t answering right away.

“Do you really care that much? I suppose I’ll tell you,” Jacob winked at her. “Four hundred dollars. Bought it at a winery up the street on my way here. That’s why I was late, my apologies by the way.”

“Four hundred?” Blaire was impressed, she couldn’t deny that. What better way for Jacob to show his obvious interest in her, if not bringing a four hundred dollar wine on their date. “Well thank you, I won’t complain! I promise. And you were hardly late, you couldn’t have been more on time!”

“On time is ten minutes early, for me at least. Usually,” Jacob responded. “I know it’s been a short while, but in that time I’ve really enjoyed talking with you Blaire. At this point, I’ll just start being forward. I’d love to get to know you more, if you’ll let me.”

“I feel the same way,” Blaire assured him. Her cheeks were bright red, always flushed around the charming man. Something about him just seemed irresistible.

“So you promised to tell me more about where you came from, and your background,” Jacob brought up. They had mostly finished their meals by now, and it was nearing eight O’ clock in the evening. The night seemingly rushing by, Jacob couldn’t end the date without getting a deeper look into the life that Blaire had come from. He had to know more.

“I did promise you, didn’t I?” Blaire leaned back, a bit anxious. She smiled innocently at him, before nodding and lifting her hands to relent. “I just don’t want you to think differently of me. It’s quite the shock, I promise you.”

“Try me,” Jacob spoke, locking his charming gaze with her own.

“Well,” Blaire sighed nervously, and decided that she trusted Jacob. “I came to Valdez from Seattle. The truth is, I was born in a very, very wealthy family. But after a lifetime of them trying to control me and every aspect of my life, I couldn’t take it anymore and fled here to get away.”

“Seriously?” Jacob was shocked, but at the same time his suspicions had been correct. The mention of the house made at the diner had struck him odd, and he suspected this much.  “What did your family try to control? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I couldn’t have friends that they deemed poor, or boyfriends who weren’t of the same wealthy status they were,” Blaire explained. “I was often punished for my lack of interest in college, and going into business. I always wanted to explore the world, have a family and just be a mother. But that wasn’t enough for them, they wanted me to continue the trend of capitalizing on our wealth, and furthering our generational wealth. I just never cared about the money, though. It seemed pointless to me, money could never buy what I truly wanted in this world.”

“And what is it you want, Blaire?” Jacob asked with his charming smile, listening intently to ensure that Blaire knew he cared about what she was saying.

“I just wanted to fall in love, have a family, move to a cozy cabin in the mountains somewhere, I don’t know…” Blaire scratched the back of her head nervously, looking up at Jacob sheepishly. “Here I am, an ex-rich girl complaining about her old wealthy family and meanwhile there’s starving children in Africa. I must sound stupid, selfish…”

“No, you don’t,” Jacob assured her. “I completely understand. You wanted to become your own person, and your family prevented that. Shame on them, for trying to change who you are. If money doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. The fact you gave it all up to move here and start your own life, that just proves to me why I was so interested in getting to know you at all.”

“It… I-it is?” Blaire was touched by his statement, but Jacob seemed to take on a serious expression now.

“Ever since I first saw you, admittedly, I had to know who you were. I had to know Blaire, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Blaire blushed immediately, averting her eyes as she smiled slyly. “Oh Jacob…”

“It may be forward, and I know this is a bit soon, but it’s true,” Jacob insisted. “This meal was wonderful, and I’ve had such a great time with you so far. I hope it doesn’t end anytime soon.”

“I’m willing to bet it won’t,” Blaire chimed. “Thank you Jacob, I was really nervous to get that off my chest. You’ve made me far more comfortable on the matter, and I really appreciate that.”

“My pleasure,” Jacob smiled. “Besides, I can assure you of one thing. There are far worse people in this world, than an innocent, beautiful woman like you could ever compare to. Not even a little bit.”

“As far as I’m concerned, Blaire. You're as sweet as an angel.”

Volume I

Chapter 6

Jacob’s Nightmares: Camilla’s Cupcake

The entirety of the trip was terrifying from beginning to end. After an indeterminate amount of time in the hands of those people, only to be sold off to some bratty, young woman, Alicia found herself concealed in darkness all over again. The sound of people, Camilla, more people, an airplane taking off as her bottled prison shook and vibrated violently, Alicia found herself in a living hell.

It had been so long that she had been trapped inside of her prison, lost in her own thoughts of what she had done wrong to have been put in such a hopeless situation. What was a promising first date, with a seemingly charming, young man, had led her to becoming a size which she could not comprehend. Aside from how it was possible, Alicia knew what fate had befallen her, she had been sold into sex slavery, hadn’t she?

After what felt like an eternity, hours upon hours of motion and sickness in darkness, everything had finally become still. For many hours more, Alicia had curled herself into a ball and laid miserably against the wall of her plastic prison. Her face was puffy and red, dried tears stuck to her cheeks as she had sobbed profusely to no end. The poor woman just wanted to go home, to see her family and friends again, but she wondered if that would ever happen.

“b34;Hm hm hmmmb34; b35;Hmm hmmm hmb35; b34;Hm hmm hmb34;” Alicia hummed a lullaby to herself in an effort to soothe her nerves. It was a tune that her mother used to sing when she was a child. Ironically Alicia had always found it embarrassing and demeaning, and eventually her mother took the hint and stopped singing it to her before bed.

But now, that tune was all Alicia could crave. She missed her mother dearly, wondering if her parents knew that she was missing or not. She hadn’t reached out as often, and had become more involved in her own life. Of course she loved her family, but she had started becoming distant, she couldn’t deny that.

With so much time to reflect on her life, Alicia had come to realize that she regretted not putting forth more effort to be with them. In fact, she was supposed to go to a family dinner that very same night when she went on a date with that young man. However, her infatuation with the charming Jacob had caused her to cancel at the last second, making up an excuse so she could get to know the handsome man and hopefully it would lead to something more.

But it didn't. Instead he had deceived her, used his charm to manipulate her into a vulnerable situation. Alicia wondered if he knew what had become of her, the kind of despicable hands she had fallen into, the hands of Camilla.

Nothing terrified Alicia more than Camilla now. That bratty blonde had a look of pure evil in her eyes. The tiny woman recalled the explanation of Camilla’s last victim, a man who supposedly killed himself by jumping out of Camilla’s hand before she could react. This made her gut curl, would she ultimately share a similar fate? She didn’t want to consider it, she just wanted a miracle.

The sound of a door opening and closing stirred Alicia from her deep thoughts, as within seconds she felt her prison moving and jostling around. Once again she was slammed into different sides of the plastic walls, the painful ride starting all over again. Light poured over her, as she saw a hand wrapped firmly around the bottle as she was lifted out of Camilla’s backpack and into the air. With the sound of the bottle cap opening, Alicia found herself tumbling out of the prison and straight into the fleshy palm of Camilla’s hand.

“Good morning, cupcake!” Camilla cooed, a toothy grin showing. “Do you know what today is? I have a special surprise in mind for you!”

Alicia slowly looked up at the young woman, terror in her eyes. Was this her chance? Should she just do it? Jump off of Camilla’s palm? Everything began to slow down, coming to a halt almost. It was clear her life was over, what could she do? Where could she go? This brat would never let her go free, Alicia wasn’t a fool, but after expending her sobs and tears, a moment of clarity struck her like a truck on the road.

‘Forgive me mother, father…’ Alicia thought painfully, making the split second decision to jump.

Camilla’s eyes shot wide open, watching as Alicia rolled right off of her palm in an instant. There wasn’t any time to react, it was as if Alicia had come to this decision and had planned it. Camilla’s eyes followed Alicia’s body as it hurtled to the wooden floorboards below, of Camilla’s very bedroom. Like a rock, Alicia slammed against the wood and rolled a few inches across the floor painfully.

“Ahhhhhh!” Alicia screamed in agony, the impact was brutal. Landing on her left hip, she heard a crack and had completely fractured her hip bone. Her head collided into the floor, causing her to become disoriented briefly as the room before her became swirls and illusions. Her blood curdling screams of pain continued, never ceasing as the giantess Camilla slowly bent her knees and leaned down, her elbows resting on the top of her knees.

“I figured you’d try and do that,” Camilla snickered, but quickly became annoyed. “I might have lied about how my last victim died. He did try to kill himself, just like you did, but he also survived, like you. You aren’t as fragile as I led you on to be, so hopefully you understand there’s nothing you can do to escape your fate, cupcake.”

“Please! Gahhhh! Please just kill me! I can’t live like this! Ahhhh!” Alicia had found it in herself to cry out all over again, tears filling her eyes.

“I knew you were going to be a whiny baby,” Camilla rolled her eyes. “Fine, you want to die? I can kill you the same way I killed teddy, yeah that’s what I named him. You want to know what I did to teddy? After he jumped out of my hand, onto my bathroom floor, snapping his ankles in two places?”

Camilla raised upright, towering over Alicia like a foreboding titan. She was wearing new attire, tight spandex for shorts that only came halfway down her massive thighs. She had an athletic crop top, her belly exposed with a lined figure. No doubt Camilla caught the eye of any man or lesbian, but her attitude and persona were likely to turn a blind eye to her beauty.

Despite the agonizing pain in her hips, Alicia looked up at the towering, ominous figure that gave her a look of pure disgust. Of all the people she had to be fated to, it was this vile person. Camilla looked down at her as if she wasn’t even human, as if nothing about this entire situation was cruel and beyond redemption. Alicia realized that death was the only option, but she also knew that Camilla might not bring it so easily.

“P-please… Mercy… I’m sorry!” Alicia pleaded, not wanting to suffer any longer. Hoping Camilla had an ounce of forgiveness in her bones. She didn’t.

“Nope,” Camilla shook her head, “you wanted this, just remember that. If you wanted another outcome, you shouldn’t have pulled that stupid stunt. Now I’ll show you how I killed teddy.”

In slow motion, Camilla’s knee began to lift, bringing her leg up high. At this moment Alicia realized that Camilla was barefoot, and her feet were indeed massive. For any normal-sized person, Camilla had the average, petite feet of a normal woman. At Alicia’s size, it was a freight train with extra girth, and it looked extremely dangerous. Her toes were painted a bright blue, each individual toe in a neat row to her smallest pinky.

As the foot lifted high above, the shadow shifted and engulfed Alicia crippled on the floor below. Her eyes grew wide in horror, her body becoming frozen and the pain seemingly numb as the realization of what Camilla meant had become all too obvious. The underside of Camilla’s foot was a little dirty, having walked barefoot in her home. A few crumbs stuck to her sole, a few dirty patches at the ball of her foot and heel. There was a piece of lint between her big toe and second, which was about the size of Alicia’s head.

“No… God no! Please! I’m sorry!” Alicia began to freak out, realizing that Camilla intended to crush her like some sort of nuisance. It was beyond terrifying, humiliating, such an action was less than human. Was Camilla serious?

“My parents will buy me as many as I want,” Camilla snorted, “one of you has to be obedient eventually. Besides, you look crippled and worthless now. You did this to yourself, what a waste of two and a half million dollars. You selfish, little bitch!”

Camilla began to lower her foot over Alicia, but was purposefully slow in doing so. Behind Camilla’s scowl, was a gleam in her eye. This was an act, Alicia knew it, she could see that her captor was enjoying her torment. That’s when the tiny woman snapped, the moment she realized she was dealing with a psychopath. Why else would someone buy her at an inch tall? Why else would there be a market for tiny individuals? Only those with the most perverted kinks, would buy someone like Alicia to inflict their psychotic fantasies upon them.

As the shadow of the colossus grew even larger, the sole of Camilla’s foot coming down slowly to inflict as much fear into Alicia as possible, the young woman snapped entirely.

“No! No, no, no, no, nooo!” Alicia turned onto her stomach, the pain shooting up her spine as she screamed out in agony. She began crawling for her life, trying to kick her legs despite the sharp pain that it caused because of her fractured hip bone.

The shadow stretched on and on, and no matter how fast Alicia tried to crawl and escape this fate, her efforts were futile. Even if she could run, how would she outrun a giantess? Despite this reality, her survival instincts had kicked in, and Alicia simply couldn’t stop trying to crawl away. Before long, the warmth of Camilla’s flesh was starting to become noticeable, and that’s when Alicia realized it was too late.

“Not fast enough!” Camilla chuckled cruelly, breaking the distance and planting her bare foot firmly onto the floor, covering Alicia’s entire body with her stinky foot.

It was like a giant, fleshy mound had fallen from the sky and pinned Alicia to the cold, hard floor. The ball of the foot had pinned her back to the floor harshly, her legs kicking and flailing beneath the arch of Camilla’s wrinkled foot. As Alicia turned her head side to side, she found it wedged between Camilla’s big toe and second, her face smushed in with the lint she’d seen earlier.

The smell was something else, that of salty sweat and a strange, stale odor. It wasn’t too bad, but still, it was absolutely disgusting to Alicia and degrading unlike anything she could imagine. The pressure that pinned her down was painful, and her hips were now inflamed as Camilla carelessly applied enough pressure to make her point get across.

“You feel good down there,” Camilla teased, “is your head between my toes? Can you pick that lint for me while you’re down there? Hehehe!”

“Stop! You’re hurting me! Please! Gah… Ahhh! It hurts!” Alicia found the pain amplified and intolerable, Camilla’s weight causing the fracture in her hips to increase.

“Hm? Can’t hear you, you’re an insect now, remember? Or a tiny doll, a really tiny doll, ha!” Camilla bellowed with laughter, wiggling her toes and feeling Alicia’s head between them.

Alicia was assaulted by the sweaty toes as Camilla rubbed them all over her face, getting her grime and sweat all over the poor woman to torment her even further. Some of her sweat was forced into Alicia’s mouth, causing her to gag and sputter as she tried to scream at the top of her lungs.

“Teddy wasn’t spared, I just crushed him in an instant,” Camilla finally revealed. “He had a mouth on him anyways, and he was ugly. So I crushed him like a grape! You should have heard the pop, it was brutal! His guts splattered across the floor, like when you drop a carton of milk and it just spills across the floor, you know? The crunch was something else, as I grinded him into the floor for good measure. It took some effort, but you little playthings aren’t invincible, that’s for sure!”

Camilla relented, her wiggling toes coming to a halt, before applying more pressure with her foot. Squeezing her toes together, Alicia found her screams muffled and silenced as she began to suffocate under the bratty blonde's cruel foot. Her tears were smeared all over the giantess’ toes, and it seemed as if her suffering would never end.

“Should I grind you slowly?” Camilla cooed. “Or would you prefer a quick death, like teddy? Actually, I don’t think you deserve the choice. Grind it is, I’m going to grind you so slow, feel every bone in your body break beneath my foot. I’ll feel your guts ooze out of your holes, your head pop like a nut under my big toe. I’ll make sure I do that last, I want you to feel everything, I want to hear you scream…”

“Mffffff!” Alicia screamed with a muffled voice, hearing Camilla’s words had inflicted a horror that she didn’t even think possible. It was obvious now, Camilla was the devil, and this had to be hell.

“Yeah… Scream louder…” Camilla frowned, taking on a serious expression now as she slowly, slowly began to twist the ball of her foot.

At first it wasn’t any different than the pain that Alicia had felt already, but very quickly she began to feel her hips being grinded apart. Her legs and hips began to twist to the left with the arch of Camilla’s foot, while her upper torso twisted to the right with her toes. It began to feel as if her body would be split apart, her hips ground to dust without mercy or consideration.

Even worse, Camilla kept her face muffled with her toes, preventing the sweet release of Alicia’s screams, the poor girl couldn’t even do that. She was forced to endure this cruel torture without even be allowed to scream for reprieve. Alicia wanted this nightmare to end, but it seemed that Camilla refused to let it be.

The flesh of her foot had begun to swallow Alicia whole, the flesh pressing into the floor and sealing Alicia in a tomb under Camilla’s wrinkled, bare foot. Was this bratty giantess getting off to this? Did she enjoy being this cruel? Was it some sort of fetish? How long would Alicia have to endure this ordeal? These thoughts all raced through her mind, in addition to those of family and friends, as Alicia’s life began to flash before her eyes.

Suddenly, and without warning, the pressure was released instantly. In an instant she felt a rush of air sweep over her as Camilla lifted her foot off the floor, Alicia stuck to it like a piece of dirt. Sitting down at a nearby table in her very large room, Camilla lifted her foot and twisted her sole to get a good look at the bottom of her foot.

“Ha! You're plastered straight to my foot! My feet must be sticky, gross! Do they smell down there? I bet they stink, ha!”

“P-please… I… N-no m-more…” Alicia sputtered, the pain so intense and unbearable she could hardly speak anymore. She tried to move a muscle, anything to unpeel herself from this cruel woman’s disgusting foot, but her spirit and mind had been broken. Camilla had made sure of that.

“Can’t even talk right anymore,” Camilla snickered as she reached down and grabbed Alicia by the feet. 

Without grace, she peeled the tiny woman from her foot, and Alicia screamed intensely as her hips were completely shattered and broken now. In fact, her left arm had been fractured now, including her right ankle having been dislocated. She just wanted the pain to end, but only more pain seemed to follow.

“I’ll admit, maybe I’m being a bit cruel,” Camilla admitted, lifting Alicia over the table and repositioning herself on the chair. “I didn’t plan on having some fun with you, regarding my feet, but after your failed suicide attempt I had to punish you, you can understand. Anyways, that wasn’t the surprise I had mentioned earlier, cupcake!”

Before Alicia could scream, cry or plead again, she was unceremoniously dropped as she fell once again. This time, she felt a ‘splat’ as she landed into a creamy, soft surface and felt her body sink into something with an overwhelmingly sweet scent. Disoriented and unable to cope anymore with her surroundings, Alicia couldn’t even process where Camilla had dumped her, that’s how serious her condition had become. She needed a hospital, but deep in her mind, Alicia knew she was on borrowed time.

“I wanted to try this after it crossed my mind in a dream,” Camilla cooed, bringing her face close to her little toy, who had been dumped on top of a cupcake on a plate. “You know why I named you cupcake? Because it’s my birthday today, and you're the secret ingredient to my delicious cupcake, cupcake! Mwah ha ha ha ha! Get it!?”

Camilla’s words seemed to escape Alicia, the girl in such a disoriented state of pain that any words spoken seemed distant and muffled. Alicia felt numb now, and as if she were floating on a fluffy, creamy cloud of sorts. She laid back, resting her head on the cloud, staring up into the eyes of this evil devil that had tortured her so heartlessly. Thoughts of her past life played through her mind like a movie, her life flashing before her, remembering everything that had brought her to this very moment.

‘Mommy… Daddy… I love you guys, I hope you know that…’ Alicia thought in a hallucinogenic state, her body pumped with so much adrenaline that she’d gone into shock.

Suddenly everything shifted, as Alicia felt her cloud ascending to the heavens. The lights of Camilla’s bedroom began to blind Alicia, as everything started to become a white blur. Lifting her arms into the air, the last of the tears that Alicia would shed had done so.

‘Take me… I’m ready… Take me into the sky!’ Alicia reached outward, as the light seemed to engulf her. She hadn’t even realized what was happening, she couldn’t see it, she was blinded by the light and her own pain and shock.

Camilla had lifted the cupcake, bringing it high above the table and towards her wet lips. Her wicked eyes gaze upon Alicia like a wolf salivating over its prey. The dream that Camilla had, involved a depiction where she had eaten teddy instead of crushing him. For some reason this idea piqued her interest, and she begged her parents to buy another one, so that she could live this fantasy out. Something about devouring another human being, who was so small they could fit in your mouth like a piece of candy, made her hornier than reason. A befitting fetish, for someone so sadistic and evil.

Her lips parted, her teeth showing as her jaw dropped and mouth wide open. The cupcake wasn’t too large, Camilla could easily gulf it down in one bite. The prime ingredient was Alicia, she didn’t want to take away from the taste of her delicious morsel. She didn’t even care that Alicia was covered in her foot grime and sweat, somehow this made the idea even sexier to her. The most humiliating and degrading thing she could have done, right before ending her cupcakes life.

The light began to fade, as Alicia watched a cloud of darkness sweep over her. Everything began to return to her now, as the shock and agony of her situation began to die down. Her vision began to clear up, and she came to realize that what she saw was the roof of Camilla’s mouth coming over her body. The blonde's sharp, white teeth hung above. Strands of saliva oozed and dripped down onto her body from the roof of Camilla’s mouth, the girl was certainly salivating over the tiny, distraught woman.

Yet she had no energy left, none at all. Alicia stared in silence and peace as Camilla crammed the cupcake into her mouth, including Alicia. In an instant, the giant tongue pressed the muffin upwards and into the roof of her mouth. Alicia felt the slimy, hard surface crush her into the gooey frosting, the soft muffin bits breaking and squishing around her body. Then Camilla began to chew, biting into the muffin and using her tongue to swirl Alicia around in the oozing mixture of frosting, muffin dough and spit.

‘This is how I die,’ Alicia thought, unable to react any longer to her situation. ‘I’m going to be eaten alive, aren’t I…’

Camilla moaned with satisfaction, licking her lips before starting to chew the muffin more aggressively. She felt Alicia’s bare feet tickle her tongue, the woman’s pussy dragging itself across her cheek, her tits pressing into the roof of her mouth as she swished Alicia around with the chewed up muffin. It was beyond enjoyable to her, she would certainly be purchasing more for the same purpose. Perhaps she’d even swallow one whole, see what would happen and how long they might survive in her stomach.

Not Alicia, though. Camilla wanted to taste her blood, and her flesh and bones. She wanted to feel this one crunch under the molars, but sadly the girl wasn’t screaming anymore. Camilla wished she had, but alas, she wouldn’t let the girl's hopeless demeanor take away from her own satisfaction. Next time, Camilla thought, she wouldn’t drain them of their spirit so early on, that way she got more out of it when she ate her next victim.

Finally, everything came to rest inside of Camilla’s mouth. Alicia laid on her back, sprawled out across the disgusting tongue that was covered in chewed frosting and muffin bits. She stared up, in agonizing pain but completely paralyzed. A sudden shift of the tongue repositioned Alicia’s head to rest on top of Camilla’s back molars, and she knew this was the moment.

Staring up at the molars above, Alicia watched as they slowly came down on top of her. She watched in anticipation, waiting for this nightmare to finally come to an end. The hard tooth then came and rested upon her head, the pressure slight, but Camilla had halted the action as if to try and instigate one last beg or plea from the tiny woman.

‘I won’t give you the satisfaction…’ Alicia thought hopelessly. ‘I hope one day, Camilla… I hope one day you share this fate… I hope one day you-’

‘CRUNCH’

Camilla bit down, Alicia’s skull popping in her mouth as brain matter splattered in each and every way. Then, without hesitation, Camilla began tossing Alicia’s fresh corpse around her mouth, chewing off her arms, legs and biting down on her hips and breasts. In a matter of ten seconds or less, Camilla had managed to chew Alicia into a pulpy mess of blood, guts and mush. Whatever recognizable parts of Alicia had once existed, nothing remained, the woman was gone entirely.

“b34;Mmmmmmm!b34;” Camilla moaned melodically, savoring the bloody, salty and metallic taste of Alicia’s insides. The skin was chewy, and the bones had a delicious crunch to them, but ultimately tasteless.

After reaching satisfaction with her treat, Camilla gulped down the chewed up muffin, along with Alicia’s remains. Down her slick throat it all went, as her tongue sent it down with a single ‘gulp’. It would deposit into her churning gut, mixed in with the slurry of other food matter the woman had eaten earlier that day. Whatever remained of Alicia, would be digested, any nutrients absorbed for Camilla’s body until nothing but excrement remained.

‘Well that was fun,’ Camilla thought happily as she licked her lips one last  time for good measure, and leaned back in her chair and patted her exposed stomach. To say she was satisfied was an understatement.

‘Next time I’ll swallow it whole, I wonder if I’d feel them moving around in my belly… Oh that would be sooooo hot! Fuck, it’s making me horny… Where’d I put my vibrator?’

Jacob’s eyes shot wide open, as he immediately lurched forward and sat upright in his own bed. He gasped violently as he did so, his body sweating profusely at the horrific nightmare he had just suffered. He looked around the room, finding that everything was in place as it should be.

He calmed down a little, reflecting over the dream he’d had. It was that woman, the one he dated a month ago or so before selling her to Deita. He tried to remember her name, and then it dawned on him.

“Alicia…” Jacob spoke softly. He gritted his teeth, shaking his head furiously as he buried his face in his hands.

“It was just a dream… Only a dream… A dream…” Jacob kept repeating these words, but he couldn’t convince himself. It had been a while since he’d dreamt of the fate of one of his victims, and he never could understand it, but this nightmare was by far the worst of them.

Never had he dreamt of such an evil and sadistic act. Was this the cost of his doing business? Could he live with this? What was even the point?

Jacob kicked his feet out of bed, sitting on the edge and looking out his window. In that window, was his reflection staring back at him. He gazed at himself, a look of hatred in his eyes. He scowled, standing to his feet and approaching the window slowly.

As he came face to face with his own reflection, the look in his eyes told him everything he needed to know. Somehow he had forgotten what they had made him, those responsible for what he had become. He wanted to forget, Blaire had accomplished something that no one else could, being a sweet distraction so Jacob could pretend to be something he would never attain. Staring at his reflection, right then, he was quick to remind himself of the truth.

‘That’s right…’ Jacob thought hatefully of himself. ‘You’re the monster… And don’t ever forget that…’