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Due to the nature of the company, the warehouse that Maddie had rented to build Franklin was never completely full with employees. On the weekend when fewer people were scheduled, it was practically empty.


Which was very fortunate since it gave Maddie some much needed alone time on her supposed ‘day-off’ from work. Instead of a nice stroll or dinner somewhere downtown in Philadelphia, she instead arrived at the facility very early in the morning. What happened at the Jefferson Commune still bothered her, and she couldn’t sleep until she did something about it.


Maddie passed Franklin, nearly completed except for the power supply on her way into the laboratory. She briefly checked the notes left behind by the assembly team then turned her attention to a crate full of spare parts and tools. She got to work immediately. 


I’m not a real engineer, but I can still do decent mechanical work. And right now that’s just fine. Maddie thought.


It took a few hours to finish, but she could always update it later to make tweaks. Maddie then hopped into her car and made her way to Jefferson Commune. Between the small gift box she had prepared along with a platter of chocolate chip cookies, it was very difficult to hop the fence this time around. She eventually deduced it would be easier to go one at a time then walk into the district.


Fortunately nobody outside the speck domain was around. Not that she would have cared, but someone might get the wrong idea and think she had ill intentions. Once Maddie crossed the threshold to the enclosure she made doubly sure to watch her steps, there was always the chance that a speck might be nearby. 


She remembered the path to Maeve’s shantytown well. Past a large oak tree and along a few shrubs. Then it came into view. 


Maddie took a deep breath. Her arrival was unannounced, similar to the first time. There was a commotion amongst the few dozen diminutive people who noticed her approach, until she recognized a few familiar faces. The local commune leader in charge of this shantytown was one of them. She did not see her friend from last time anywhere.


“It’s just me. I was the one who helped Maeve.” She said reassuringly and set the two parcels upon the ground. “I just wanted to check up on her and figured I would bring these.” Maddie offered and gently nudged the gigantic platter of baked goods forward. 


Alright what else do they say you should do? Maddie thought and tried to recall all the tips she read online to appear less intimidating to specks. Oh right! Get low and keep your hands hidden. 


To specks, the human hand was a terrifying thing. Most normal people could simply grab them, so they were typically very wary of the appendage in general. Some people who interacted with specks frequently kept their hands in their pockets to demonstrate they did not intend to pick anybody up without consent. The gesture seemed to work as Maddie took a more non-threatening approach. She kept her voice soft and made no sudden movements. 


Finally a few of the denizens relaxed and came to greet her. The local leader mentioned something to a man near him, who ducked into a nearby house and emerged a few seconds later with another familiar face. 


Maeve’s eyes lit up gleefully, and she hobbled towards Maddie while the rest of the commune shantytown investigated the cookies she had brought them. With crutches it was difficult for Maeve to cross the town towards her, especially with the muddy ground. 


“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” Maeve admitted once they had strolled a reasonable distance away from the other specks. Maddie had to carry her, and took extra care to not curl her fingers around the young woman’s body. Although it may seem safer, it actually increased the risk of broken bones.


Eren’s girlfriend made this look so easy… How the hell did she balance him on her shoulder that entire time?


Maddie took a bite out of her cookie. “I couldn’t just walk away. Especially after what you told me.”


“Well… I’m really happy to see you again Maddie. I wanted to thank you again for everything you did.” Maeve replied and reclined on Maddie’s thigh.


They had not known each other for very long, but already Maeve trusted Maddie enough to simply lounge around on different parts of her body. For Maeve it was simply more comfortable than the grass, but for Maddie it was a nerve-wracking experience. She did not want to move the wrong way and cause an accident. 


Carefully Maddie retrieved the other gift box she had brought. Effortlessly she removed the thin wrapping paper and popped open the lid. Maeve watched, curious to see what was inside. 


Maddie tenderly pinched the device between her thumb and index finger. “I made this for you. I hope it helps you move around.” She said earnestly and placed the tiny mechanical leg in front of Maeve.


The speck’s eyes went wide with shock. 


It had been a surprisingly easy build all things considered. Prosthetic limbs in the modern era were very popular and the technology perfected in some ways. Maddie had been able to find a blueprint online and constructed one with the tools available in the Eureka warehouse.


Her personal touch had been the adaptive triggers, which featured a rudimentary artificial intelligence which could predict the steps Maeve wanted to take and adjust accordingly. Compared to a properly designed prosthetic it was ugly work at best, but would be satisfactory until Maddie could find an alternative. 


She assisted Maeve with the initial set-up and hooked her up into the machine. The measurements as she had suspected were slightly off. Maddie took a few mental notes to improve the next design to be tailor made for Maeve’s size rather than the average measurements of a speck woman. 


Maeve gingerly took her first, clumsy step. “I-I don’t know what to say…” She breathed and began to walk properly for the first time since the assault. 


“How does it feel?”


“A little stiff, but I can actually walk normally!” Maeve said gleefully and assumed a swifter pace. The cogs that powered the appendage whirred and clanked against the grass, but aside from the noise it was completely functional. 


Maeve hopped up and down a few times experimentally. “Do I need to charge it?” 


“Yes but it can go for around two weeks before the battery runs low.” Maddie mentioned with a smile. “The energy source is remarkably efficient… a speck was the one who designed it.”


“R-Really?” Maeve said in awe and looked at her new leg with a newfound appreciation. 


It had taken a while to sift through pages of deleted code to isolate Eren’s work he had drafted for Franklin. Maddie simply copied the same designs and created a miniaturized version. It was truly incredible what he had been able to accomplish with so many constraints. 


Then again, speck engineers were on a league of their own as Maddie had come to realize. Their work was designed to be hyper efficient. It had to be given their many hardships. 


Maeve listened to Maddie’s recount of her experiences with Eren, which led to the conversation she had with her grandfather. By sheer coincidence she had encountered Maeve in the aftermath of her assault and now realized how flawed her worldview really was. The part of the story where Maddie explained how she reacted to the revelation of Eren was particularly difficult to get through. However she forced herself to admit the truth; she had attempted to hurt him in a fit of rage. 


She took a deep breath and broke off a smaller chunk of cookie this time. “I feel terrible for what I did. I just remember how… disappointed, Eren looked.” Maddie recalled sadly. “He wasn’t angry at me, he even wished my company luck despite everything I said.” 


“You’ve clearly changed since then. Or rather, you’ve learned a lot in a very short period of time.” Maeve reasoned. “I don’t think that makes you a bad person. You weren’t willfully ignorant, you just didn’t know.” 


Maddie grimaced. “I still tried to slap him.”


“People make mistakes, and can do awful things when their emotions are particularly strong. Besides, compared to so many people who would go out of their way to hurt specks, you’ve done your best to help us instead.” Maeve said with a shrug. Her new friend hopped back onto Maddie’s thigh. “You should go talk to him. And make amends.”


“The world could use more people like you, Maddie.”







A soldier is only beaten when they lose their will to fight. From a tortured prisoner of war locked in a cell, to a hopelessly outnumbered sole survivor in the last fortress of their homeland. 


Thomas no longer remembered who had said that. An old war veteran who had passed the torch to the young men and women who would take up arms to serve as he once did. 


To beat a person and kill a person were two different objectives. He now realized that Grace had little interest in the latter. It would be no trouble to simply squish him beneath her heel or swallow him whole. For two weeks now Thomas had wondered why she had not done so. Only when he considered her words from before did it make sense. 


She wanted to break him. To bend his mind to her will and make him her obedient pet, and assert her total dominance over every aspect of his being. Any semblance of free will or independence he possessed, Grace sought to utterly destroy. Death was too easy. The cruel woman desired more than that, she did not want his pain to end so soon.


“If it becomes too much for you, you may certainly claim your own life like a coward. However, before you try, spare a thought for your sister and what I will do to her once you’re gone… and your parents, of course.”


Her words now haunted his dreams. They kept him awake with each day that passed. Grace was his only source of conversation whenever she bothered to tend to his needs. Despite his best efforts, he always hoped she had food with her. When last they spoke, he had rebuked her offer to lick some rice pudding from between her toes, and her response was to leave him for a full week without a single crumb. 


His only sustenance had been drops of sweat she let him drink in a desperate attempt to cling to life, and the ability to think clearly. Now he could hear her footsteps from the next room slowly approach. It took a startling degree of effort to crane his neck upwards to meet her cheerful gaze. Immediately Thomas was drawn to a bowl in her hand.


“You aren’t looking so good. Perhaps you have a cold?” She wondered and took a seat in front of him. Her enormous feet were already bare, ready to serve as his plate. “Or maybe you're just hungry…”


Thomas scoffed but made no effort to retort. He needed food. Even if he wanted to hurl insults at her his mind would not let him pass up the opportunity for a meal, regardless of his degrading it would be. 


Grace waited a few moments to see if he would say anything, then shrugged when he instead chose to remain silent. Gently she placed the bowl on the ground near Thomas. He frowned and noticed some colorful designs painted onto the exterior of the ceramic. 


Paw prints? He thought, confused when he recognized what the symbols were. Is that a dog bowl?


He received his answer soon after when Grace dipped her toes into the saucer and wiggled them vigorously in the mixture. When she removed her foot from the dish and set it in front of Thomas, as she always did to feed him, he immediately recognized the pungent smell of wet dog food.


Thomas wrinkled his nose and turned away, but Grace remained steadfast and patiently waited for him to take a bite. 


She giggled. “It’s the same brand your dog eats. If it’s good enough for Bosco then it should be good enough for you, right?” 


“…I’m not eating that.” Thomas eventually muttered. 


Suddenly his stomach rumbled furiously, as if in protest to his defiance. The noise was so loud even Grace heard it.


The giantess folded her arms and smiled. “The human body is a marvelous thing Tom. With adequate water you can go almost two months without food.” She informed him. “If you think there will be anything left of you at that time, then be my guest.” Grace threatened.


Each day, Thomas was forced to inhale the wonderful aroma of food from the kitchen nearby. Grace had a professional chef who cooked all of her meals. Occasionally she would have guests; he recognized the voice of Tae Park from time to time and she would cook instead. Regardless it left him drooling at the mouth to think of how delicious that food would be. 


In what fleeting moments of sleep he accumulated throughout the days, his dreams were of feasts. Racks of tender cooked ribs, buckets of buttery garlic mashed potatoes and baked chicken… 


Before he realized what he had done, the muddy taste of dog food was in Thomas’s mouth. He had swallowed some without even thinking about it. He closed his eyes and tears welled up from how awful it tasted, and tried to resist but could not prevent his body from doing what it needed to in order to survive. 


As he ate his meal feebly, Grace pulled out her phone. “Give me a big smile Tommy!” She cooed and began to record a video of his pitiful display. “Tell your sister how it tastes!” Grace laughed.


Without another word Thomas finished his meal. Every last bite and morsel. By the time he was finished, Grace’s foot was as clean and flawless as it had been before she slathered them with the dog food. He willingly licked whatever residue he could find from the crevices between her toes, until all that was left was the slightly salty taste of sweat.


What frightened Thomas even more was how eager he was to experience that flavor as well. Grace’s sweat was the only thing he had been allowed to drink for some time. By now it was horribly refreshing. His throat felt sticky from the dog food which cloyed to his esophagus. He needed to wash it down with something. 


Grace noticed that he was finished with the food she had provided, and Thomas continued to lick her feet clean, desperate for water this time. She chuckled and let her pet have his fill. She had gone for a nice walk earlier, which left her feet rather moist with sweat and grime. It was nice to have his tongue lap it all up. 


Once he had drunk his fill, or rather, his tongue became too rough and dry to lick any further, Thomas stopped and simply hung his head in shame. His only consolation was now he had a full stomach. Grace picked up the bowl from off the floor and loomed above him with a delighted smile. 


“Hmmm… you’re learning. I do hope I don’t need to starve you again Tom.” She told him. “But if you continue to be a good boy for me, there will be no need.”


“You are my pet. The sooner you accept that, the better it will be. Only a child struggles against the inevitable.” She proclaimed before she opened the door to the closet and sealed him in darkness once again. 







Jisoo noticed Grace emerge from her bedroom which was closest to the kitchen. Her cousin emptied the bowl of dog food she had taken with her, and had a little smile on her face before she rejoined her in the living room. 


It was risky to interact with either Thomas or Alice while Eren was with them, however with his limited mobility there was little to no chance he would stumble across something he was not supposed to see. Thus far her progress with Thomas had been sub par compared with the usual rate Grace broke people into their new lives. Although admittedly Thomas was very stubborn, his mind would only last for so long. What would happen after that, Jisoo could only venture to guess. She doubted he would interest her any further once he was broken.


Unlike Claire who was currently in training to become a suitable gift for one of Grace’s younger siblings, Alice and Thomas would likely be discarded at some point. 


Her cousin took a seat across the table from her and graciously accepted a cup of coffee. “Is he everything you hoped for?”


“Absolutely. I think the reunion with his sister reinvigorated her as well.” Grace replied and took a sip. 


Jisoo nodded and stirred another cube of sugar into her drink. She preferred it a little sweeter. 


Her apartment was currently full of cardboard boxes and suitcases, which made it rather uncomfortable to spend time there. In the last week before she and Eren took a flight to Beijing, Grace suggested they both spend time in her hotel suite. 


Of course she could have simply rented out her own floor of the hotel just like Grace had, but truthfully Jisoo greatly valued the company her cousin provided. Eren did as well.


Since he had been terminated from Eureka, Eren lacked interaction with other people other than herself. Not to say he found her company unfulfilling, but everybody needed some variety. Jisoo was happy Eren and Grace got along so well. Hopefully the same could be said for the rest of their family when she introduced him to everybody back home. 


Grace is probably right to assume that an internal investigator will be one of the people to screen Eren. It only makes sense after how long I’ve been away… Jisoo considered. 


Two of her cousins from outside her immediate lineage would be assigned to Eren. Marriage prospects within the clan were taken very seriously after all, and a unanimous decision had to be reached before a newlywed could be accepted. 


Jisoo was actually considered rather old to just now be getting married. At twenty-seven most of her kin were a few years into their relationships, but that could be forgiven on account of how late she had been discovered. 


Marriage had never particularly interested her, which might have explained why she and Grace got along so well. Grace had been through countless flings in the past. Her own mother called her a heartbreaker. Fortunately she had been up front with her intentions to Xiangling. Although that mindset had been a constant source of discord whenever the topic was broached.


Of course this all depends on whether or not Eren says yes. Specks don’t really have clear traditions with marriage due to the low life expectancy. It’s possible he’s never even attended a wedding.


Not that she wanted a big wedding, but with how stringent Min was about certain traditions she doubted the choice would be hers to make. 


“How do you think Min will react when I come home?” Jisoo asked. “Have you told her?” 


“I have, and she seemed very pleased. However she does want to speak with you after you’ve had some time to settle in Beijing.” Grace replied. 


That would be a tense conversation. The last time they had spoken was over a year ago shortly before Jisoo had fled the country. Thankfully Min was one of the few people who seemed to understand that Jisoo needed some space, and did not force the issue.


However Grace’s arrival had definitely not been entirely her cousin’s idea. No doubt Min wanted to check in with her remotely. 


“Our reservation at Werner’s was approved by the way.” Grace mentioned off-handedly. 


Jisoo arched her brow in surprise. “I thought you said the time to book a table was a full month?” 


“Mhm. It was.” Grace responded casually. “But this is a special occasion so I asked them to make an exception and booked the dining room as a treat for my staff.” She told her.


Werner’s was a relatively famous Michelin-star restaurant in Norwich. It paled in comparison to some other establishments worldwide, but was easily the most high profile restaurant in the region. Popular with politicians, celebrities and top athletes. 


No doubt to find a table on less than a week’s notice would be a laughable prospect for even the wealthiest of America’s elite. And to book the entire restaurant was something else altogether. 


Of course, nobody resisted Amrita's money. Jisoo had seen Grace’s little sister drop almost a billion dollars in the mall once. So a small scale eatery like this was more similar to a local cafe to someone like Grace. Or herself for that matter; Jisoo just lacked expensive tastes or hobbies.


She drummed her fingers along the table. “Did you tell them Eren would be there?” 


“I said if any of their staff so much as looked at him the wrong way their doors would be closed within a week.” Grace said reassuringly. “There will also be agents in the kitchen to make sure his food is not tampered with by the chef or any of the staff.” She added.


Jisoo smiled. “We both appreciate that. I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable for even a moment.” She said graciously.


Currently Eren was in the middle of a Mandarin lesson with one of Grace’s translators, who spoke almost twenty languages fluently. With a proper teacher Eren proved to be a quick study. 


However that meant it was now too dangerous to speak openly about some things in front of him, since he might understand what she and Grace discussed. They could switch to another language both she and Grace knew, but Jisoo imagined he might be suspicious if they suddenly conversed in a different tongue for some strange reason when he was just beginning to learn Mandarin.


I’ll tell him everything one day… just a little longer and he will be ready to know the truth. 





In his wildest dreams, Eren still would have never considered the possibility he might one day be served food at one of Norwich’s most esteemed restaurants. It was one of the most famous restaurants in New England; the kind of place that foreign world leaders or celebrities would be seen at. For a speck to even be seen near the premises should be scandalous enough.


And yet in what was to be the last few days of his time in the city, Eren enjoyed a multiple course meal prepared by some of the finest chefs in the entire country. As did the dozens of attaché’s within Grace’s entourage, whom she splurged on to enjoy a nice day off before they returned home. 


Eren was provided with his own utensils, table, and menu. His food arrived on a plate actually designed for him and food that had been prepared specifically for him. It was a simple gesture that went leagues to demonstrate the lengths to which his girlfriend and her cousin cared for his comfort. He was doubtful that such a luxurious, high-profile establishment had ever served a speck, but somehow they had made it happen. 


The customer service they received was excellent. Their waiter was a good-natured young man who seemed to have no qualms about the special circumstances, and brought their food out in a timely manner. 


And of course, it wouldn’t be a social event with Jisoo if there was not a copious amount of alcohol involved. Eren watched in astonishment as his titanic girlfriend tilted her head back and guzzled down nearly half a full bottle of champagne. She smacked her lips to a round of cheers from nearby tables as the next round was served. 


Her hazy eyes quickly located him and she smiled. “M-Maybe that was a *hic* m-mistake…” Jisoo chuckled and returned to her seat. 


Something tells me this isn’t really ‘fine dining etiquette’, but I guess nobody cares since Grace booked the entire restaurant. 


From what little he knew of upper-class establishments like Werner’s, there were some protocols and codes that were expected from patrons at all times. A certain elegance and grace of character was to be adhered to. Frankly it seemed like a bore. However most of Grace’s staff after their meal took to the bar in the restaurant, since drinks were all paid for in advance. Soon Werner’s looked more like a wedding after party. 


Eren took a sip of his drink as well and felt the warm, fuzzy feeling overcome his senses. The rest of the evening at the restaurant’s bar blurred together. At some point Jisoo decided to call it a night and summoned Kovit to take them back to Grace’s hotel. The dutiful chauffeur arrived in a limousine to retrieve both them, as well as Grace and Xiangling who by now were also very drunk.


Kovit supported Jisoo on her way up to the hotel suite, and made sure that Eren would be secure still latched onto her shoulder in her current inebriated state. Once everybody was safely inside he bid them all farewell for the night. Immediately Jisoo stumbled into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She had put away enough liquor to put most people in the hospital, but somehow was still on her feet, just very thirsty. 


She giggled and turned her attention to the living room, and noticed that her cousin and Xiangling were now on the couch. Passionately they began to kiss, and Grace ripped off the young woman’s clothes to feel her up. Neither of them seemed to care that Jisoo and Eren were still present. Drunken moans of pleasure escaped Xiangling’s lips as Grace buried her head in between her thighs. 


Jisoo chugged her glass of water. “Oooh l-let’s not bother them…” She suggested and left the kitchen. The giantess stumbled into the nearest bedroom as the room behind them was filled with ecstatic shrieks and moans. 


It took a few times for her to flip the light switch on. Eren looked around and took in his surroundings. He did not recognize the room. Most likely it was either Grace’s or Xiangling’s, not the one he and Jisoo had taken up residence in. Regardless, Jisoo flopped onto the bed stomach first with Eren clasped in her hands. 


He felt her fingers pinch around his shirt and tug aggressively at it. “I can *hic* take them off…!” Eren insisted as he realized what Jisoo was trying to accomplish. 


This was one of his few nice dress shirts, and one he had purchased with his own funds. Clumsily he attempted to undo the buttons, but found his fingers too numb to make much progress before she became impatient. 


With an effortless motion from her fingernail, Jisoo sliced the silky fabric into ribbons and tossed them aside carelessly. Eager for more, she caressed Eren’s muscular torso with her finger and held him in place while she pulled at his pants. This time Eren did not resist and allowed her to undress him however she saw fit, until he was completely naked in the palm of her hand. 


Jisoo kicked off her heels where they clattered against a nearby closet which was shut firmly. Next came her elegant dark blue dress, which she quickly pulled off and tossed over her shoulder. 


This is probably Grace’s room… should we really be doing this in her bed? A more rational part of Eren thought.


Just as Jisoo was about to remove her bra, she noticed that Eren had raised his hands for her to stop. She leaned against the bed for support, hardly able to stand. Eren had seen her drunk before, but tonight she had consumed way more alcohol than usual since this was her going away party.


Eren rubbed his eyes and tried to think clearly. “We should go to our room…” He stammered, each word slurred together. “I don’t want to make a mess in Grace’s bed…” 


“G-Good point!” Jisoo said and peered around for the first time. Evidently she had just noticed that this was not their room. 


Her attention turned towards the open door, and she began to laugh. “Well they’re fucking on the couch of all things so this should be fine… right? It’s just a hotel room!” 


“But if you’re so concerned I’ll grab some towels…” Jisoo suggested and began to walk dumbly towards the closet door next to the bathroom. 


While she did that, Eren felt the room continue to spin far above him. It was hard to focus on anything beyond simply remaining awake. Honestly he was not sure if it was very safe to have sex with how drunk both of them were. Since Grace was plastered as well, if there was an emergency nobody would be in any condition to help either.


Not that Jisoo had ever given Eren reason to doubt her abilities, but this was definitely the most she had ever drank; at least around him that was. Perhaps it would be better to wait until-.


*thunk*


Eren forced himself to look across the bedroom where Jisoo had strolled off to. Although she had successfully managed to open the closet door, the booze finally caught up with her and she blacked out right as she collected a few towels. She snored loudly, curled up between the doorframe. 


He managed to stand up and looked off the edge of the bed. Jisoo seemed fine, but he couldn’t let her sleep on the floor like that. Sexy times could wait, right now he needed to wake her up and figure out a way to get her into bed. He snagged his pants which had fallen nearby and slipped them on.


This is the last time I do shots. Eren thought regretfully and began to scale the bedsheet until he dropped down to the carpeted floor which cushioned his impact. Even drunk, his body knew how to traverse a world a hundred times his size. Instinct and muscle memory did most of the work for him. After this, Jisoo and I need to talk about cutting back on the hard stuff.


Eren scrambled up her bare foot, which tickled the giantess in her slumber. She shifted beneath him, which nearly knocked him off balance. Her body was full of lovely slopes and curves which were quite fun to cross. Eventually he reached her collarbone and hopped up onto her chin. The rest of the open closet was now visible ahead from where she had retrieved the towels. 


“Hey… come on… wake up…!” Eren murmured in an attempt to rouse the slumbering leviathan who continued to snore soundly. He bounced his foot off her cheek a few times insistently. “The bed is just a few steps away… wake up so we can-.”


Eren trailed off, his attention drawn to something in the closet he had not noticed before. With a frown he rubbed his eyes repeatedly and blinked, confident it was simply a drunken hallucination. However no matter how many times he looked away and back again, what he saw never changed. 


Is that… a person? Eren thought, befuddled. Another speck? Here?


Gingerly he stepped off Jisoo’s chin and used her hair as rope to reach the ground safely. She continued to snore as Eren walked away, towards the other side of the closet. 


Eren scratched his head, confused. At first it had been hard to see because of how far away it was, but as he approached it became easier to discern more details. However none of them made any sense to him. A tall wooden dowel fashioned like a pole was connected to the ceiling, and stretched all the way to the floor. It did not look like hotel property, Eren assumed it was something that Grace had installed. This was her closet after all and she had spent a few months here at this point. 


What stood out most to Eren was what was at the bottom of the pole, or rather, who was at the bottom of the pole. It appeared to be another speck like himself, but was a complete stranger. With messy blonde hair and fair skin. He was fairly tall for a speck, with broad shoulders and arms. From his complexion Eren assumed they were about the same age. 


Currently the young man appeared to be in a semi-conscious state, half asleep and leaned against the dowel for support. Eren realized that several inches worth of thin iron chain was wrapped around his torso and legs, connected to the pole which kept him restrained. The rest of his body from the neck down was tied countless times over with what he could only surmise was industrial duct tape. 


A chill ran down Eren’s back, utterly shocked by the sight before his eyes. 


Sometimes specks without a commune would take up residence with a brob family or household, typically hidden like a mouse or rat. They subsisted off the families leftovers or garbage, and made homes in their walls or under the floorboards. Cockroaches and most other pests had been exterminated decades ago from the world thanks to improvements in modern chemical technology, so there was no competition. However that meant a particularly scrupulous homeowner would notice signs of a speck ‘parasite’ and call a specialist to ‘remove’ them. 


However the man only a few paces away from Eren did not seem like one of those specks. His hair, although currently messy, had at least been cut a few times in his life, he had no missing teeth. However the gauntness of his cheeks was definitely that of a speck parasite who could barely eat. 


The young man’s eyes slowly flickered awake once he sensed the presence of another person nearby. 


“W-Who are you?” Eren managed through his drunken stupor.


The blonde speck sputtered. “Thomas… my name is Thomas.” He replied, his voice weak as he slowly came to and regarded the man in front of him. His expression was full of confusion, and fear. Briefly his eyes tore away from Eren and at the titanic woman behind him. He swallowed hard. 

 

“Whoever you are… please help me.”

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