The thoughts of ending it all always came to Six after Maya left for her ‘hunts’. That’s what she liked to call them anyway. He knew better than that though. She was a killer. One more dangerous than most. She had god knows how many bodies to her name, and tonight she was going to add another one to that ever-growing list.

And Six hated it. And he wanted to hate her. But so much more than that he hated himself. He hated that no matter how much he wanted to he couldn’t just end it all here and now. He could throw himself off the top of this dresser and onto the floor below. The carpet wouldn’t stop that kind of impact, especially for someone his height. At half an inch tall a five-foot dresser would be taller than most buildings.

But whereas such a fall would kill others, he’d only suffer the pain of survival. Still, the thought of actually ceasing his suffering was enough to force the small beta from his stupor. Walking towards the edge Six couldn’t help but chuckle over the fact that he was still unable to get over such heights.

“Three years and this still scares me...” he thought before stepping off the edge one leg at a time. The descent was quick. Far quicker than most would think, and before he knew it Six hit the floor with a soft thud. Pain that he was used to shot throughout his body, even as he stood up barely a moment after he fell.

He dusted himself off, his arms practically screaming for him to stop. He surveyed the room, turning his head from left to right despite the creaking within it.

“Could at least stand to decorate your room Maya” Six regarded. True Maya's room was without much in the ways of decorations, the only things of color being her dresser, bed, and desk, all sharing the same shade of red. It was as though some child had begun to color within some art book and gave up halfway.

Even with his legs shaking the beta began to walk, perhaps as a way to clear his mind. Unfortunately, he was confined to his captor's bedroom, Maya having closed the door behind her as she left.

Their conversation was still playing out in Sixs' mind. He wondered why he even bothered trying to get her to change. Why on earth would she give up the one thing she loves almost as much as him.

Murder and mayhem. Torture, both physical and psychological. Did she enjoy watching him beg, and squirm, and plead? Probably. Though she’s been lax towards Six as of a late, though he hardly cared for the reason behind it. She knew he hated her killing. And that was cause enough for him not to care, especially when she refused to listen to him.

By now Six had walked from one end of the room to its center, stopping just at the foot of the bed. He contemplated using the sheets to climb up but decided against it. By the time he reached the top Maya would likely already be home, perhaps with a new toy for the night.

That thought alone caused him to shake, guilt quickly overshadowing any pain he still felt.

It would be a beta, her next victim. Because that was the choice he made.

Someone like him, but not entirely. He need only look at his bandaged limbs to remember that.

“I wonder if hell is better than this?” Six wondered before the sound of Maya's front door caught his attention. Being so small he was bound to hear many things others wouldn’t. Even more likely to do so when Maya's home was little more than a luxurious apartment.

“She’s back already?” Six thought, the unlikely hood that the serial killer was back so soon surprising him. True, betas outnumbered normal humans and alphas, but to find one so quickly? That’d be a record even for her. It wasn’t until a voice rang out that he realized it wasn’t her, though his heart sank all the same.

“Maya?” the voice called out, the sound of a locking door following soon after. “It’s just me. If you have a knife put it down okay?”

Six felt his chest tighten as he heard footsteps look throughout the apartment. “No no no...” he panicked, looking from one side of the bedroom to the next-hoping for some means of hiding. When none presented itself to him returned to face the bed once more, realizing that climbing may be his only means of getting through this.

Wasting no time he clung to a hanging blanket sheet, silently thanking the fact that Maya rarely made her bed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Six huffed as he began his arms, now cursing the fact that he didn’t rest when he should have. “Why is she here!? She should be working on...whatever it is she does.”

“Maya?” the voice grew louder, as did the accompanying footsteps. “You can’t still be asleep, right? Not today anyway.”

Six’s progress was horrendous, the small beta barely able to make it a few inches before exhaustion settled in. He cursed his diminutive stature, just as he always did when he lacked physical strength. His cursing came to an end once the door to the bedroom slowly opened.

“You seriously can’t be in bed can you?” the voice asked, sounding more annoyed than anything. Not long after its source stepped into the room, a woman seemingly in her early thirties. They were considerably taller than Maya. Six foot two perhaps. 

They wore a red turtle neck which contrasted quite well with their black pants. Their black hair was cut short, yet was still long enough to be tied back into a rather messy ponytail. Their skin seemed cold to the touch, as white as death. A mirror to their dead-looking yellow eyes.

The woman immediately noticed Mayas' bed and the state it was in. Though they now knew the apartment's owner was nowhere to be seen they still groaned in annoyance over the fact that they couldn’t do something as simple as making the bed.

“I gave you an apartment Maya” the woman sighed as she practically stomped towards the bed. “The least you can do is make sure it’s clean.”

The woman tore off the sheets, unaware that she was taking a still clinging Six with them.

“I design clothes dammit. I don’t do laundry” she complained

Six was forced to decide between falling to the carpet or being placed within a washer along with the rest of the sheets. It didn’t take long for him to choose as he released his grip and fell to the floor. A much shorter fall than before but one that still hurt all the same.

Sitting up on the carpet he watched as the titanic woman made her way out of the room and towards the laundry, cussing all the way.

“This isn’t good...” Six thought as he made a run for the door. With it open now he hoped he’d be able to find a way of hiding before being caught. “She’s not supposed to be here!”

Unfortunately, the moment he stepped out of the room he was nearly stepped on by a heel far larger than it had any right to be. He was only lucky to find himself beneath its arch, saving him from an otherwise painful experience. He was used to pain, yes, but being stepped on, especially when the one stepping on you was unaware of your existence, was in a league all on its own. To make matters worse, only the bedroom had carpet, so not only was the floor beyond it hard but also cold as well.

“Screw it” the woman groaned, making her way to the living room, and by extension the couch. “Maya can take care of the rest.”

The woman practically tore off her footwear the moment she got comfortable. She massaged her feet, a look of pain clear on her face.

“Guess there’s something to be said about fashion” Six chuckled as he began a leisurely pace away from the woman. Of course, he would. What kind of maniac would think to get closer? He already knew what kind of humiliation would be in store for him should he be found.

And what better way to avoid all that than by hiding in the last place she would check of course. No better place for that than the very laundry room she stepped out of. She’d leave the task of actually cleaning said sheets to Maya.

Six was just about ready to pat himself on the back the moment he stepped through the door only to hear the woman say something he wished she didn’t.

“Though what if Maya has a bad night...” the woman wondered out loud. “It’d be bad if she found out I was here then...fuck it. The things I do for her.”

Six went from patting his back to quickly slapping his face, criticizing himself for even thinking it’d be that easy to hide.

The woman's footsteps quickly became earthquakes as between the time it took for Six to flee from the laundry room she had already stood from the couch, stretched, and was quickly making her way towards him.

Six came to an abrupt stop just as the woman's foot came down in front of him, her monolithic, red-painted toes, relative, inches from him. He’d gotten used to evading other people's feet. Always gotta look at their shadows. Unfortunately, no matter how good he got, there was always one problem he couldn’t prevent.

The sudden gust of wind threw Six forward, directly in the path of her other foot. Quickly standing to his feet he knew he wouldn’t be able to evade this one. So instead, he ran right to where her arch would drop. Minimize the damage done as much as he could.

The impact was sudden and extremely powerful. Six balled up to shrink his already small form as much as he could. The world around him quickly grew dark as he felt the skin of the woman's sole touch his back, conforming to fit around his shape. And just as quickly as it happened, her foot lifted itself off the floor. Six practically heard her sole tear away as she continued on her path, luckily without a little passenger.

It took some time for Six to regain his composure. A full thirty seconds, each a moment he didn’t want to waste. Yet the risk he took prior was enough to shake him to his core. He HATED being on the floor. That’s where things were most dangerous for him.

Finally steeling himself once more Six began a moderately paced jog towards the living room's couch. It wasn’t until he heard the washer within the laundry room turn on that he decided perhaps a full forced run was a better idea. Thankfully, through the fear of being caught in hand or underfoot, he was able to make it underneath the gigantic piece of furniture with time to spare.

“She won’t find me here...” Six tried to calm himself. Luckily for him Maya, while being one to not do her laundry, hated bugs-ironically enough. As such she always made sure to clean beneath any furniture she knew such little critters would hide. Six was moderately sure he’d be safe underneath the couch, even as the woman sat down upon it.

Her wright caused the entire structure to creak ominously, as though it would give way any second. Of course, Six knew it wouldn’t. After all the things Maya’s done on it, to so many unfortunate victims.

Yeah. He knew it would stand.

That still didn’t stop the creaking, it went so far as to annoy the woman on it. She constantly wiggled upon it, all attempts to get comfortable.

“Did this couch come with the apartment?” the woman mused, still trying to find a worthwhile position. “Maybe I can find a way to get rid of this. Shit’s uncomfortable.”

“Good luck trying to” Six remarked with a laugh. “Those stains ain’t ever coming out bitch. Believe me, Maya’s tried.”

It was only after he had made his comment did the movements finally stop, much to the betas confusion.

“Someone...said something.” the woman quickly noticed. “Someone small...Six?”

“Why is it whenever I talk some shit happens!” Six screamed before quickly punching himself in the throat. To be fair, he did feel like he deserved it.

The woman lowered herself to look beneath the couch, slowly doing so the entire time as she felt any sudden movements would cause the shrunken beta to flee. Much like how a rodent would.

And much like a rodent Six froze in fear, the slow but methodical movements of the giant woman keeping him in place as all his mind could do right now decided between fight or flight.

It wasn’t until the woman’s whole face was visible, and her piercing gaze practically bore a hole through the betas chest, did Six finally settle for the one logical answer.

Running like his life depended on it.

“So it was you!” the woman exclaimed in joy. She reached forward in an attempt to grab the beta, cursing when she failed to do so as he jumped between the gap of her fingers just as she brought her whole hand down. “Quick little fucker”

The woman quickly stood upright before practically throwing herself over the couch, landing with both feet planted on either side of Six.

“You know, I never took you for someone dumb enough to run” the woman remarked with a grin. “But I was hoping you’d prove me wrong. I love it when you little things run. Even if it's never far.”

The woman waved her fingers down like a little hello to the cornered beta. “Well go on.” she teased. “Make some little attempt at running away. Try and escape. Go on, I’ll even give you a head start.”

While every fiber of Sixs' being wanted to give in and run he knew the result would just be the same. The only thing that changed would be how he gets there.

“What’s the point Lyza?” he asked, his voice barely reaching her ears. Though she had heard him she couldn’t help but cup her hand around an ear, belittling the beta and forcing him to speak louder.

“You already caught me!” he shouted. “Let’s just get this over with! Please?”

With a shrug, the woman, now known as Lyza, couldn’t help but laugh softly at Six’s compliant nature. “Pretty obedient today.” she thought. “It’s a shame though. He's more fun when he's stubborn.”

Bending down Lyza laid her hand upon the floor, giving Six at least the courtesy of walking onto her waiting palm. It was a simple illusion towards willingness, however. Nothing was willing about what was going to happen next.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Lyza asked as she brought Six to her face. Or rather, to be more specific, her lips.

Lyza looked down on Six with lust-filled eyes, though not quite the same as he’s seen from Maya. With the blue-haired serial killer, there was some semblance of love, twisted though it may be. With Lyza though, it was different. She didn’t lust for him, no. It was something else entirely.

Power perhaps? The word felt right to Six, though it also felt as if it came too short of meeting exactly what she felt.

Whatever it may be he saw it clearly in her eyes.

“Does it matter how we do this?” Six asked, his voice trying to sound annoyed. There was, behind the farce though, that ever clear indication of fear that Lyza craved ever so much.

“Not really” she admitted, her tongue snaking out from between her lips. She was already salivating at the thought of what was to come. But she wanted to have fun first.

Sticking her tongue out she rested the pink behemoth upon her palm, almost landing the whole thing atop Six. The beta saw this coming, taking several precautionary steps backward.

He wanted to turn away from the sight. He always did. But no matter how hard he tried to move his feet let alone his head he just couldn’t turn away.

The scale of it all was too much. It was like looking into the entrance of some giant cave.

A giant, flesh-filled cave with a pink monster so large it could dominate your entire being without even trying. And to think that beast was connected to a vastly superior one.

The exhale of Lyzas breath washed over Six, threatening to throw the beta off her hand. He was covered in little droplets of her saliva, the slick liquid practically clinging to his fabricated skin. It smelled clean at least, bearing the slightest hint of mint. Six closed his eyes as he stepped forward, trying to picture something other than what was obviously in front of him. He imagined he was back at a normal height, attending his first day of college. He recalled how scared he was to start it all. He felt as though his whole life hinged on that one class, even though it was just one of several.

That’s how it was, wasn’t it? Placing all your feelings, all your effort into one thing. Devote your all to that first step forward. Why it was akin to bravery for many to take that first step.

Unfortunately, any bravery Six felt was shattered the moment he placed his foot upon Lyza's tongue. The touch of a positively drenched tongue was the first thing to break his spirit. To make matters worse, Six was small enough to feel every taste bud he stood upon. He knew Lyza was enjoying this by the way her tongue seemed to convulse in delight.

She always wondered how this would go were Six more than simply half an inch. She could certainly have more fun, of that she was certain. The downside of dealing with a beta so small was toying with them as they walked into your mouth. So simple to lose track of them. But it was because of Six that she even kept track of them, to begin with.

Without warning, Lyza lifted her tongue back into her mouth, Six along with it. It wasn’t long until the beta was forced to witness the full, all-encompassing, view of the impossible cavern that was another human being's mouth. To put into words the exact feelings one would feel when experiencing such a thing was not something easily done. Though, to best sum up Six’s experience; It was terrifying.

He was left to the darkness as Lyzas lips had closed the moment her tongue returned to where it had come from, leaving Six to an experience he couldn’t see-thus adding to his terror.

Lyza wondered how many times they’ve done this now. Six? Seven? It hardly mattered. She knew that of all of Six’s fears, this was chief among them. She toyed with the beta as best she could, pinning him to her cheek and roof, coating him in her saliva. He hardly had a taste, if any. He was much too small for that to register. Though what did register was his resistance.

Even after all this time he still fought back? Lyza couldn’t help but laugh, her mouth opening briefly as she threw her head back. The sudden light blinded him, and the sudden shifting of Lyzas head forced the beta into the air, nearly sending him to the back of her throat. Were it not for her tongue catching him then Six was certain he’d be in an all new hell. The only one he’s yet to face thus far.

Saliva was pooling well into every corner of the giant woman's mouth, Six at times sinking under the forming swamp. Had he a mouth he’d likely drown. Had he a nose they’d likely be filled with spit. All he had were his eyes and ears, both of which he shielded in an attempt to block out this entire ordeal.

Lyza expertly swallowed any excess saliva she built up, keeping Six safely out of harm's way by lifting him along with her tongue. “Come one Six” she taunted. “You’re hardly moving anymore. Don’t tell me you gave up already?”

When she got no response she faked a sad sigh. “I don’t think Maya would want a toy that doesn’t work anymore.” she explained, her voice coming out crystal clear despite having someone within it. A result of repeated, and forceful, practice.

“I mean, that is what you are right?” Lyza asked, slightly lifting her head as she did, forcing Six to grip latch on to her tongue. She giggled at the action, content that Six still had some fight in him.

“Or do you think you’re something else?” she continued, not yet finished with the panicking beta. “What else could you possibly be Six?” she feigned a gasp when a thought crossed her mind.

“Maybe you think you’re candy?” she taunted, wiggling her tongue within her mouth to loosen the clinging beta. “A special little candy for me? Is that what you are Six? Just a little treat?”

“No!” she heard him scream. He was clinging harder now. So hard in fact that she was beginning to find it rather irritating.

“Are you sure?” she pressed on. “How can I be so sure when you hardly play with me? It’d be awfully hard to not mistake you for a little sweetie, sweety. Like a tasteless skittle. Is that what you want?”

“No!” Six shouted again.

“Then are you going to play?” Lyza asked, her tone shifting from teasing to downright serious. “Or are we gonna find out what you are?”

“I’ll play!” Six shouted, fully giving in to his fears. “I’m a toy! I’m a toy dammit! Just please, stop!”

Lyza lowered her head, allowing Six some much-needed reprieve. He found himself so exhausted in fact that he didn’t even register Lyza moving to lay back on the couch.

“That’s what I like to hear...” she remarked, now unbothered by the creakiness of the couch as she found something to entertain her as she waited for Maya's return. “Now, make yourself useful and move around a bit more. Stay still too long and I might have to see just how filling you are.”

Though he was exhausted Six didn’t want to test Lyzas claim, and though he knew he held no chance of winning he pushed against the pink leviathan of a tongue as it resumed toying with him.

“Oh, and maybe when your not busy you can clean out my teeth some?” she added. “I had myself dinner on the way here. Caesar salad with anchovy-mustard vinaigrette. The works. Do me a favor and clean out what I probably missed? Thanks~.”

It was some time before she felt the beta begin his work, quickly following as instructed.

Lyza found the whole thing relaxing. She knew she could do this with any other, larger, beta she found. But with Six it felt different. It felt special. She could play rough all she wanted and not worry about his condition.

“Just where you belong Six.”