An all-powerful boom followed every crash of Lynette’s steps. And with each boom, the pressure increased a hundredfold. To the point where Six was afraid that maybe even HE might not be able to endure it. The beta wasn’t certain how long the titanic woman had been walking, but it was well over a few hours. He underestimated just how much the younger of the Vermont sisters actually worked. From talks with Lyza, he had assumed she was less than inclined in overseeing her company’s proceedings. Oh, how wrong he was.

As it would turn out, Lynette was far more active than her sister gave her credit for, having chosen to walk back to her place of business rather than have herself driven there. A way of keeping her figure perhaps? Or simply a means to enjoy the sights of the evening sun hanging over Los Demonios. Though there was still light in the day it was fading fast, and buildings were already giving way to outside lights. It gave the city a rather glorious feel, and for the woman who practically owned every corner of it, there was no greater pleasure than perusing through her property.

She certainly took her sweet time though, even standing at moments to take in the admittedly beautiful view. All that did was place the beta Lynette unknowingly had underfoot through hell. Just as before, the weight was unbearable. To the point where Six very much believed he was in danger. Though the bottom of Lynette’s foot was soft to a degree they could be considered as pleasant, they were still untold tons of flesh pushing down against the six-inch frame of the beta. He wasn’t quite sure just how bruised his body was, only that he’d be sore for many weeks after this. And as for bones, while none were broken they certainly felt as though they were close to their breaking point.

“At least it’s not hot…” a minor victory, seeing as the months were only growing colder the closer the year got to its end. Winter was soon coming and that could easily be felt in the breeze. It made an unbearable situation a tad bit more manageable. Not much, but just enough that Six managed to keep from moving in search of a more agreeable spot within the heel.

The more he moved the more likely he would be mistaken for a bug, or perhaps a small pebbled that got lost in her shoes. Neither was preferable as Lynette would likely see it fit to do away with annoyances such as that. Best to avoid getting her attention while he could. 

“But did she have to stand around so fucking much?”

Even Lyza didn’t walk around this much. And Six had ‘ridden’ along with her when the designer saw fit to go jogging, back when the two were on less than agreeable terms.

“Just keep calm” Six continued to tell himself. “The last thing you want is to get caught between her toes.” He wasn’t sure what would happen should she decide to scrunch them were he to find himself there. The beta only knew that it likely wouldn’t end well.

He took long breaths, keeping from wasting as much oxygen as he could. If crushing wasn’t an issue a lack of breathable air certainly was. Again, the times when Lynette stood still were most difficult for the fact that there was no viable way for Six to breathe. Little breaths allowed him to at least stay conscious, but Six imagined his chest hurt more from breathing properly than any sort of pressure.

Though that certainly did contribute.

Lynette’s foot lifted briefly off the earth, which in turn gave Six a chance to gasp for air. He began to cherish these brief moments, as the next was always followed by another, earth-shattering.

BOOM

At the very least, Six was now certain his bones were strong enough to withstand the entirety of Lyza’s weight, as his mouth had been caught open during that stomp. For anyone else like him, they’d have likely lost all their teeth.

And perhaps their head as well.

There was anger in that stomp. Frustration. Six was familiar with that sort of unchecked pressure thanks to both Maya and Lyza. At times even Roxanne, though hers were never intentional. Still hurt like a bitch though, and thus Six knew well an anger-fueled step when he saw, or rather felt one.

He wasn’t quite sure what had aggravated Lynette so, only that now her pace had resumed and was in fact far faster than before. Fast enough that the beta now felt as though he were on the world’s most annoyed rollercoaster. Every time Lynette’s foot rose into the air Six’s stomach would ascend with it. and with every stomp it would fall fast, nearly forcing the beta to empty the contents of the organ.  Of all the ways he could be found out, that would perhaps be the most embarrassing.

Losing his lunch was just one of the issues the beta was currently faced with though. With the increase in speed, there was a new issue the beta was faced with. His sudden displacement within Lynette’s heel. She was too much in a hurry to notice it, but Six was forcefully moved throughout her footwear now, finding himself stuck in areas he had previously tried to avoid.

From Lynette’s arch, he found himself stuffed underneath her toes, reddened by the constant walking yet kept cooler than the rest of the foot due to being so close to the one opening of the open-toed heels. At the very least he could breathe, if only slightly better than before. And luckily for Six, Lynette was far too occupied with hurrying home, he guessed anyway, to pay any mind to the object now felt in her shoe. There were bigger issues to focus on now, and she greatly regretted having taken the scenic route home.

Though not quite as much as Six.

For Lynette, aside from the minor annoyance in her heels, the rush home was uneventful. She’d had taken her time in fact, as the sights of Los Demonios at night was one of its few saving graces. The lights that came about at night though weren’t the reason that some may think. While quite beautiful, the sights Lynette focused on were more ground level.

The betas that scurried out of her way, the shrunken ones that only came about at night when they assumed everything, and everyone, was as far away from harming them as possible. Those who still haven’t found some means of working or have yet to find someone larger than themselves to look after them. They were no better than insects at that point. 

No, they were perhaps less than insects. At the very least some bugs could defend themselves. Some could even survive being stepped on. Betas though? One wrong move and it’s crimson underneath a foot. An accidental loss of life, or at least that’s the story Lynette would stick with. In truth, the reason she chose to walk at night rather than have her driver take her home was due to how homeless betas came out at night.

Why, who knows what she might step on with such poor visibility? It could be a roach, a rat, or perhaps a father of five. It was a game, guessing what each wonderful crunch belonged to. Whichever it was, the result was certainly well deserved. Lynette had scores of betas working under her, those who understood the situation of their world. Their lives. Those who refused such an offer and found themselves on the street were stubborn. They deserved what’s happened to them, refusing to accept the world that was still growing around them. It wouldn’t stop just because they refused to accept they were anything other than human, and when in full stride neither would she.

If they wished to cling to such petty delusions then that was on them. For her, it just meant she didn’t need to watch where she stepped when it came to those sorts of ‘people’.

Such thoughts brought a smile to Lynette’s face when she arrived home. The streets of Los Demonios weren’t as exhausting as some might think, though the walk did still take a few hours. She was used to it though. Born and raised in the City of Demons, just like her sister and mother. Who better than to own it all but her? All of it, every square inch from the economically depressed gang-ridden south Demonios to the heretica beachfront in the north. From the industrial district in eastern Demonios to the high-end neighborhoods of Halleway Hills, of which she was a resident.

All of it was hers. And nothing said that quite as loudly as glancing upon her home.

The single most expensive property in the entirety of Los Demonios.

A large open space far more than any single homeowner needed that allowed for a variety of fauna, palm trees the most prominent which worked to decorate Lynette’s driveway. On each edge of both sides of the driveway were two ponds, home to a variety of exotic fish, many of which did not belong in such a small space together. The gardens alone were worth more than most houses in Halleway Hills, and that wasn’t even touching the pearly white domicile that was Lynette’s mansion. Grand beyond any sense of the word, structured to appear more like a small castle fit for a queen. It served as a reminder of her status, as the peak of society in the City of Demons. Aside from Lynette, the only people who lived here were usually those in service to her. Whether they were regular people or betas didn’t matter to her. They lived to serve throughout all hours of the day. Even at night, where now her most would be heading home after a long day of work, she still had some servants tending to their duties.

Of the smaller variety, of course. All the actual people likely left some time ago.

What a wonderful sight her home always proved to be. Far beyond anything her sister had, as it should be. Of the living Vermonts, the world should know which of the two matters most. Soon enough, it was Lynette’s hope that there would be at least one Vermont left alive in the coming new year. That is if everything goes according to plan, and based on a most recent text, one that worked to annoy her a great deal and have her rush home, there may be some complications to her ultimate goal.

She wasted no time on entering her grounds. The longer she left the text unanswered the more her anxiety would grow. She’d take a shower first, calm her nerves and gather her thoughts. And if push comes to shove, she could always work her charm. It has done wonders for her before and has taken her far now.

Removing her shoes upon entering her home Lynette bit the nail of her thumb, wondering just what could be waiting for her.

“All it said was that some unexpected complications had come up.” Lynette recalled, trying to imagine just what sort of trouble could bother a network as vast as the one she was privy to.  

“It better not be a waste of my time…”

Air

At long last, fresh air. “Finally!” Six couldn’t help but take in that wonderful, odorless fill for his lungs. He never really appreciated the idea of breathing without a giant foot on top of him until after having to endure it for hours on end. It really gave him an appreciation for everything outside of a damn shoe.

And light. Such wonderful light flooded his view. One thing he failed to take into consideration, among a tapestry of others, was the fact he had no idea where he was headed. Six was nothing more than an unknown passenger placed at the whims of an uncaring goddess. For all he knew, she had figured out his placement early on and had been torturing the beta through her weight. Luckily, as he was left to his own devices within the now unoccupied high heel, that wasn’t the case. He was just a pebble forgotten at this point.

And he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. It made exploration all the simpler for him. Lynette was nowhere in sight, long gone by the time Six became aware of his surroundings. When looking past the much sensation of light, he was introduced now to a home that was perhaps the epitome of opulence.

There was a saying, he thought, to best describe Lynette’s home. Excess, in all things, excess.

“And I thought Lyza’s house was a bit much.” While a certain symbol of the designer’s wealth, her place of living could not, in any way, compare to her sisters. To the average person, it was practically a modern palace, the interior lined with dark furnishing of the highest quality. Every inch of the floor that the beta could see was carpeted, fortunate for him as any misstep would at least be cushioned.

And Six could be wrong, but he always certain he could hear running water? Not like a sink or shower, but more akin to a giant waterfall. Or at least to him.

Oh yes, excess was a definite theme here.

Six peered past the opening of Lynette’s heels, making certain that he was completely alone. Lynette was nowhere to be seen, long gone and apparently not making her way back towards the living room, at least he assumed that’s where he was closet to, anytime soon.

“Nice and easy” Six thought to himself as he worked to climb out from the footwear. Not too much of a dizzying height, he’s dealt with worse after all, but he had the feeling that stealth was paramount here, even if he was alone at the moment. He felt as though any misstep, any sort of movement that could give him away, would end his journey then and there.

Just as he had hoped, the carpeting below worked to cushion any sort of fall. It felt…softer than the average cloth. As though he could lay down now and fall asleep. It was certainly an odd choice though for flooring. He couldn’t imagine the entirety of Lynette’s home was fashioned this way. It would be a pain to clean, even with the right equipment. Getting every bit of dirt out to make sure every inch was spotless; all but impossible for a normal-sized human. An Alpha, like Lynette.

That’s when he saw it, in the distance. Blurred at first, mostly because Six’s eyes were continuing to adjust to the lighting. Perhaps a couple of hundred feet away. Human-shaped, yes, but around his size. And there were multiple, at least 5 he could make out.  All of various sizes. And the closer they got the more clearly he could see that they were rather well dressed, though gaunt in appearance, barely feed. They looked almost like…

“Servants?” Six shook his head in disappointment, mostly in himself. Because of course, Lynette has beta servants.

That certainly complicated thing for him.

“Fucking shit…” He didn’t waste time gawking at his surroundings any longer than he already had. Six needed to find someplace to hide and fast. If there were betas headed his way then he could only guess just how many more were hidden in the mansion, possibly waiting in service to their mistress. Thankfully, from what he could gather based on their appearance, the betas here seemed dead inside. Broken, possibly through the very one they were in service to. That only served to increase Six’s efforts.

Looks like death was no longer the only result of getting caught now. Servitude looked to be just as much a possibility as dying here. Though…this could work in his favor.

“If she has betas working for her then Lynette must have someplace where they stay.” Judging by how they dressed, it seemed to be the case. Their sizes were varied, one being even as small as Six. He could find some of their clothing and disguise himself as another servant.

Lynette was aware of his changes in appearance, those lies usually being concocted by Roxanne. For all they were away, Lynette believed Six to be little more than a burn victim, or something of that nature. Truth be told, he often didn’t pay attention to how Roxy would explain it. An error on his part really.

Regardless, the CEO was aware of just how MUCH he had changed over time. Six was allowed the grace of usually working from home, though occasionally he did make a physical appearance at the company. His last physical visit still had much of his face covered by bandages. Now, much of it had been removed. There were still areas covered, but they could be easily hidden away now.

It wasn’t the best plan. Oh god, was it far from that. But it was a plan regardless. And what better way to contribute to a horrible idea than with another one?

As he ran Six thought to look back and observe just what it was the servants were doing. They carried cleaning supplies, along with rags that were scaled down to their sizes. A cleaning crew that worked to make building-sized shoes spotless. It seemed so…demeaning. Even if they committed worse sins, someone like Maya had never, to his knowledge, used betas in such a manner. She treated them like toys, but Lynette treated them like slaves.

He wasn’t exactly certain how he should process that. Both were clearly horrible people. Actually, it was very obvious. Mostly everyone Six knew was a monster in their own right. And to an extent, that might have even included himself. Because, as he watched those servants get to work in cleaning Lynette’s footwear, completely unbothered by any sort of grime, much, or lint they came across Six couldn’t help but think if he should bounce such an idea off onto Lyza when next he saw her. Should he see her that is.

While cruel, it was…efficient. To an extent. Someone only 5 inches could only clean so much, whereas someone who was, say, 5’8 could clean far faster. But being so small, it would be a beta that caught all the smaller details. As much as he hated to say it, it seemed like a decent way for betas to find work. A means of employment, should they need some work. It would be controversial, yes. Most likely deemed incredibly inhuman by those who held betas in high standing. But, offer a nice enough temptation, a prize or reward the workers could look forward to with vigor then no job would seem too belittling.

“I wonder if Lynette thought of that when she set those betas on their duties?” If so, he had to give credit where it was due. It was rather imaginative.

Six shook his head in disbelief. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he shouldn’t be thinking of something like that. He should focus on the state of their bodies, and their minds. They were broken both physically and mentally. They were slaves in the service of someone who saw the whole city as their toybox. He shouldn’t be thinking of ways of enslaving more betas, more of his kind. He should be finding dirt on Lynette, something he and the girls could use against her. That was, after all, the whole reason why he was here.

With a slap to the cheek, Six continued his run, making sure that none of the servants were looking his way as he took off. He wasn’t certain how long he had been standing there, observing. It was certainly long enough for the betas to get a good head start on their work. Already, that was time wasted. Any more and he’d be in-

Boom

Six’s blood ran cold. Not only had he heard it, but also he had felt it. The echo of a thud of a distant footfall, powerful enough and certainly close enough that the 1-inch beta could feel it in his bones. And the sensation grew worse when yet another footfall was felt.

Boom

Boom

He could see it now, the ever-growing shadow of Lynette’s towel-covered form. The white cloth was wrapped tightly around the goddess’s prominent chest, barely able to contain its girth but doing a damn fine job of it. the towel hung past her waist, allowing for Lynette’s smooth, practically hairless legs, to shine incandescently. At the very bottom of the pillars that held the weight of the world, two colossal, still wet, feet. Each of the ten toes was painted an immaculate green. Their detail was without flaw, and it only took a single glance for Six to understand they weren’t her handiwork.

The one thing that stood out right now, though, was the fact that one foot was rising overhead, blocking out any sort of light that Six might be able to view before quickly descending his way. There was no sense or reason in time that Six could perceive which would allow him to dodge. Nothing could stop the extremity’s descent, and before Six knew it the weight of the world had landed.

Boom

Only a few inches next to him…

If there were any luck left in the beta’s life, he had likely used it all up there. Sweat ran down Six’s neck, his life having briefly flashed before his eyes. It was certainly a sight, an existence so small and so quickly changing that it really put into perspective just how much Six had been through. The torment he had endured, through hands he could not stop, the freedom he had experienced when finally he stood up for himself. And now he saw himself facing the possibility of losing that hard-earned liberation.

He looked skyward, towards an uncaring face that didn’t even work to give him the smallest bit of attention. Lynette’s focus was entirely on her phone, an intense grimace upon her face a clear sign of her frustration. She scrolled through her phone, searching through texts before making her call. The entire time Six was speechless. He was faced with a dilemma. On one hand, he was nearly flattened. On the other, though, he found himself with a unique opportunity. One that shook him out of his near-death experience.

She was making a call, likely to someone of importance. Or at least he hoped. But every opportunity she made a call was likely one he couldn’t pass up.  And as Lynette made her way to her living room he was left with a choice, something that he quickly decided on. He needed to follow her, keep her in sight, and have an ear out for the entirety of her call.

“…fuck”

That didn’t mean he had to enjoy it.

One ring was slowly followed by another. Oh, how Lynette hated waiting. Were she able to ignore it then she would have, but as she took her shower her phone was bombarded by messages. All from the same person. It was idiotic; annoying. And now he had the audacity to not answer her own damn calls? There’d be a lesson to teach by the end of this night, of that she swore.

Finally, after an agonizingly long minute, her call back was answered. The voice on the other end was timid, and in many ways seemed submissive when Lynette spoke. Which right now was in an angered tone due to being forced to wait. She took her seat on the living room couch, stretching herself across the luxurious furniture, allowing one arm to dangle harmlessly over the edge, allowing some of her servants to clamber up into her waiting palm.

She brought them towards her stomach before tilting her hand and allowing the group of roughly one-inch betas to slide off. No order was given as they went directly to work, taking great care to pamper the angered goddess whose body acted as a landscape to them. Though they worked diligently, perhaps in fear of their god’s retribution, it did nothing to ease the sour mood of the all-powerful titan before them and without warning one randomly selected beta was lifted from their placement, rubbing lotion upon Lynette’s thigh, and lifted by their skull until they were well in view of the eyes of the towering Alpha. 

“You better have a good reason for keeping me waiting, pet…” Lynette responded coldly to the caller on the other end of the phone. With no effort on her part, the towering goddess brought her fingers together, crushing the skull of the beta between them. There was no reason seen in the action, nor was there any sort of remorse. All they were was a stress ball whose body was still ground up in a tightly clenched fist even after their life was extinguished.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten what happens when I’m upset…”

Six wasn’t in view of the murder that had just taken place, but he knew it had occurred. He made his way under the couch as Lynette had walked towards it, the crashing of her footfalls still terrifying but becoming increasingly distant. When finally she had gotten herself comfortable he was still a ways off, but still close enough to hear an audible crunch.

Being so small, it was only a matter of time before one became aware of all the smallest details. That went well beyond the sight of a beta. Observation was a key element to most beta’s survival. So, when a body was broken, bent, or crushed in such a quick yet brutal manner, the pop was always heard. Anybody popping was heard, and at times even felt, by most betas. There was no mystical sensation that tied any of them together, allowing one individual to feel the pain of another. It was simple intuition; a chill that hung in the air when life was snuffed out all too easily.

Six had heard it so many times before. Crushed betas, gored betas. Poor little shrinkies that have been ripped in half or limb by limb. Swallowed alive or head bitten off. He’s heard it all. At this point, he was something of an expert when it came to identifying death.

None of the betas above would live to see another day. The tone of Lynette’s voice was a clear indicator of that. Whether she’d kill them through means similar to what she had just done, or if she’d enact more ‘carnal’ methods was still up in the air. Six had seen so much of the latter that at times he forgot, sometimes monsters just kill to kill. But this did offer him a unique opportunity.

Lynette’s anger was as good a distraction as any, for Six to remain unawares as he hide underneath her sofa. It was spotless underneath, a testament to her servants’ efforts. There wasn’t a single speck of dust found in the wonderfully kept carpet, which was likely kept in pristine condition because of them. At the very least, Six now understood the need for a carpet. Should Lynette make any sort of misstep, then her little toys had a higher chance of survival. Not the best, but better than getting sandwiched between tons of flesh and a hard tile floor.  

For the most part, things were calm now with Lynette listening carefully to her caller. Six could only glean so much from the, as of now, one-sided conversation. Frustrated groans, sighs of contempt, or simply straight-up anger, which in turn was always followed by another sickening crunch and a mangled body that crashed against the floor; staining it red.

“I don’t see how this is my issue?” Lynette finally said, quickly acquiring Six’s interests. There was sudden movement up top as the Titaness sat upright, uncaring for the people walking atop her, with one even finding themselves underneath her rear, their life quickly snuffed out with little more than a frightened squeak. Lynette’s feet were placed directly in front of Six, her soft soles working wonders in inspiring a sense of dread in the beta. He had, after all, spent so much time getting to know them up close and personal. Odds are, he may have developed an aversion towards what was the lowest portion of the human body. Still, he remained silent. Ever observant.

“So what if you’re not sure it’s him?” the towering goddess questioned, her tone rising again as the fingers of one hand gripped the cushions of the couch tightly, crushing another beta caught underneath. “How many fucking betas do you know that are wrapped up like a damn Christmas present?!”

She was talking about Six. They both were; Lynette and her caller. Who else could she be describing? So she really did know something…

As ludicrous as this plan originally was, Six was grateful that it was bearing fruit so quickly. He wasn’t sure if he’d rub it in Lyza’s face the next time he saw her or if he’d rejoice with her for having been right. Whatever the case, this was a step in the right direction.

“Really? That many betas? That’s…wow.” Lynette was flabbergasted to find that so many shrunken individuals found themselves wrapped up in manners similar to Six, or as she knew him, Maxwell. But that didn’t stop her from believing that the beta now under her employ, the very one who had Roxanne as his apparent caretaker, was the beta she and so many others had been looking for.

“Look, I know what I saw. That’s your aunt’s fucking experiment! It has to be.” She reasoned. “He was working with my sister before I managed to get him to work for me.”

Several moments of silence followed.

“No…I don’t think she knows who he is. And really, how could she? My sister’s smart, sure, but she had NO clue what our mother was a part of. As far as I know, she still thinks she’s the hottest shit since taking over Vermont’s Garments.”

The tone of the voice on the other end of the line rose, almost to a shout. Not one of anger but of fear. Six could almost make it out, especially since the caller shouted so loud Lynette had to pull her ear away from her cell phone.

“How do you know?!”

This sudden change in tone was not at all appreciated. Lynette didn’t take kindly to being yelled at.

“Because I know my fucking sister.” Lynette assured, her voice reflecting her cold demeanor. She stood up, one arm crossed over the other as she made sure every word spoken came out clear. “Because I know how to do my fucking job in this city! Did you forget, it was you who came RUNNING to me your dear dead auntie died?! I could have turned my back on you, just like everyone else, but no! I stood by your side. I made sure to keep an eye on my sister after our mother died! I found the fucking beta your aunt tried so hard to fucking make! So watch your damn tone with me, prick! I KNOW WHAT I FUCKING KNOW!”

“But if you wanna keep doubting me, then fine. I’ll leave you high and dry, just like everyone else in your sad life. See how far you get without me.”

Lynette’s anger was comparable to a natural disaster. Every anger-induced stomp was an earthquake, her voice was like thunder that forced every beta present to cover their ears. Even Six, in a position so far away from her mouth, found the rising tone painful to bear. He was forced to his knees, as were the rest of his kind. Had Lynette chosen to turn her anger towards the few that remained they wouldn’t stand a chance in hell of running away.

Lynette was just about ready to hang up the call until she heard what it was she had been fishing for. A whimper that brought a smile to her face. Shortly after, it was followed by an apology and a plea. Whoever this caller was, they were begging Lynette not to leave them.

“That’s what I thought.”

Lynette sat back down, pleased to see that things could be seen her way. It was better for everyone if her desires were met.

Speaking of which…

With a snap of her fingers, the remaining betas hurried to their mistress’s side before being scooped up and placed down at her feet. She wiggled her green-tipped toes expectingly, and the servants went to work at pampering the two towers of flesh. But not before one managed to see the beta hiding underneath the couch. Fear flooded Six as the beta approached him. He was afraid he had been caught and would thus be handed to the giantess above. The beta approaching was a good several feet, relative to them, taller than Six.

There was no way he’d be able to fight back, even taking their gaunt appearance into consideration. He was caught, this was it. And just when he had managed to learn something of great value too.

He shut his eyes, fully expecting to be dragged out. Instead, he felt a strong hand on his shoulders. Peeking ever so slightly, Six watched as the beta handed him a small cloth rag. He stared at it in confusion, before noticing that the beta was pointing towards the two waiting walls of flesh. It took a few moments to process what the beta was trying to convey, but when it finally did click Six looked onward in disbelief.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

He hated this. A great, GREAT deal. Were running an option he’d almost certainly take it, but that would most likely end in his death.

Or worse.

Six looked from the cloth, and back to the two waiting feet. It was dry and felt coarse against his skin. A stark contrast to Lynette who was still relatively wet in some areas of her body.

He was being told to help her dry off. He was practically being forced to work as just another one of her slaves. Ironic, as he had planned to disguise himself as one of them. But now that Six was actually in this position, this still life-threatening situation as Lynette cared little for her servants’ lives, he hung his head in shame.  

“I know I told Roxy and Lyza I could handle this…but…” He looked back towards the servant, who was already making his way back towards his master to resume his efforts. “Do I really wanna help like this?”

It wasn’t as if he had much of a choice anymore. He was already passed the point of return.

So, with a defeated sigh, Six joined the other betas, making sure to remain out of view of Lynette’s gaze. He meant what he said when he was with Lyza. He told her he could handle it, that he’d manage to find something useful. And he did. Who knows what else Lynette was hiding?

He was determined to find out, however, and in order to do that, he would just have to endure.

For as long as he could.