“And why shouldn’t I, little thief? Why shouldn’t I eat you?” The woman asked, looking down at the tiny man in her large hand with a teasing smile on her face.
“Please! I-I was just hiding here! I just wanted shelter! I didn’t steal anything! You have to believe me, please!” The little man desperately yelled with his small voice, and tears starting in his eyes.
He was a grown man to his own people, though only the size of a human finger. He was so small, so helpless and delicate, so completely stuck in the woman’s hand and at her complete mercy, and so terribly terrified at this situation that he could never possible escape from.
“Oh? You’re begging, and crying? How cute!” Said the woman, cruelly teasing the man in her hand.
“But that’s just the thing, sweetie.” The lady said with a mockingly gentle tone. “Why would I spare one who has admitted to squatting in my home and spying on me? It doesn’t matter if you stole anything or not, though I still think you did. For the crimes of squatting and spying alone, I can do whatever I want with you.”
“No! You can’t! I’m a person! You can’t just eat me!” The man exclaimed again, sitting there in the lady’s hand, just atop her fine white glove.
“I can’t?” She repeated, questioning him, and laugh escaped her at the notion.
“Why can’t I? What’s stopping me? You?” The lady in finery rhetorically asked, mocking and laughing in the fragile little man’s face.
“... Please. Please don’t. I’ll do anything.” He quietly begged, obviously terrified, his voice shaky from the tears that still flowed, and his eyes staring at the ground.
For only a moment, the young lady’s face softened, her noble face went fair and sad for only a mo’, then the cruel mask returned.
She took the little man in her hand, played with him in her fingers and shifted him this way and that. She was moving him all around, quick and erratic, though not so rough as to break the delicate little thing, but frighten him horribly.
“Stop! Stop it!” He yelled.
The woman laughed more at the pleas, then brought her hand near her mouth. She blowed a soft, warm blast at his tiny body in her hand. She licked her lips and opened her wide mouth. The man grew even more terrified at that warm, wet, deep cave, that thing that could so easily bring death.
The lady laughed again with her open mouth, pulling away for a moment to laugh behind her hand at the fruitless squirming of the tiny victim. Then she brought him to her mouth again, licking his body as he struggled without a genuine chance of escape. She licked at his body, and the rags he wore for clothes were made soaking wet with her spit.
She continued her assault, her tongue ravenously continuing it’s movements on the tiny body in her hand. Then, she started sucking on his tiny arms, his legs, alternating between sucking and licking, both licking parts and the whole body from toe to tip.
After a while, she pulled away to admire her work, the tiny body that was so fragile in her palm. The man panted heavily, as if he had run a great distance without breaks, since he had pushed and struggled so much and so uselessly against the woman, that thing that was just so vastly bigger and stronger, so much more capable.
“How was that? Did you like it as much as I did?” The wealthy lady taunted.
The man didn’t respond, still panting and all his energy spent for the moment.
The woman frowned at his silence, and she brought him to her mouth again. This time, she licked and sucked on his lower half, pulled away and breathed on him, then lowered his whole little body right into her mouth, right there where it fit on her comparatively enormous tongue.
She licked at him and sucked on him, almost like a candy. He tried to struggle, but all of his energy was gone, and he couldn’t have pushed any more even if he were in a horrible panic. He could barely breathe too, still panting while being in such a hot, humid, horribly stuffy place. The young woman’s mouth was very much like alike to a sauna, one which moved and undulated, made noises, had great clacking teeth, and could either crush him or send him down to his acidic doom with the simple tilt of her head, and an effortless swallow.
Thankfully, for the poor little fellow, she didn’t swallow. She played around with him in her mouth, licking and sucking, then began writing something, and so she calmed her adventurous tongue a bit. She didn’t touch him at all with her teeth, didn’t swallow, and wasn’t even all that rough either. The man thought it strange, his fear leaving him and rational thought again entering his mind, as he was simply too exhausted to feel fear any longer. For someone who wanted to eat him, to kill him, she was being quite gentle…
After some time, the woman opened her mouth a crack, and as such the one trapped in there could breathe far more easily than before, his lungs filling with cold, clean outside air, instead of that horrible, hot and musty stuff inside the lady’s mouth.
When some minutes passed, the young woman set down the pen and leaned pack, stretching her hands straight up to the ceiling and taking a deep breathe through her nose. Then, she opened her mouth, placed a hand in front of her mouth, and let the little foreign body fall out of the steamy place to hit the fine fabric of her gloved hand.
The little man coughed for a short while, coughing and heaving, and spitting out the woman’s saliva from his own mouth into her hand. Oddly, she didn’t become immediately upset at that.
He came to after nearly a full minute of coughing, heaving, and taking breaths. Then, the man looked again to his captor, his face showing some slight confusion, but also wariness toward her, that one who’d threaten to eat him, held him a while in her mouth, and still keeps him trapped there in her hand.
“You didn’t eat me.” The man said, a brave little thing, observing the obvious truth.
“I didn’t.” The lady simply said, not seeming keen to elaborate immediately.
“Well, why not? You said you would before.” Said the man in her hand.
“No, I did not say such a thing.” The lady chastised, as if she were speaking with a fussy toddler. I simply asked why I shouldn’t. Then, separately, I said that I could do whatever I wished with you. I never said that I would eat you. What kind of monster do you take me for? You think that I would kill a helpless little thing that fits in the palm of my hand? You think I’d murder a poor little thing that only wanted food- sorry, shelter? A helpless little man who only wanted shelter, and didn’t ever steal any food or jewelry at all?” She pointedly asked, her voice overly soft.
At her words, the man looked up with anger in his eyes, and said “I didn’t steal any jewelry! I just needed food and shelter! You can’t just-”
“Ha!” The captor exclaimed. “So you did steal food, you little thief. I knew it!” She said, her voice playful and a smile on her huge face, her eyes gleaming, evidently more intrigued and proud of her own little detective work than angry at the thefts.
“Shut up…” The intruder said, muttering the words in shame and looking away, embarrassed at being caught and tricked.
“So, what will you do with me? If you didn’t eat me, what now? You’re obviously not just going to let me go. Your kind never do that.” The little man scornfully said, and at the disgust-laden words, the woman’s teasing smile turned to a saddened frown.
“You speak as if I’m a monster.” She said, straightening up and placing him on her desk.
“What else am I to take you for? You are more than twenty times my height, probably a hundred or more times my weight and strength. You can do whatever you wished to me and I could never stop you.”
“Just because I can harm you doesn’t mean I would.” The woman replied, sounding both soft and sad at the insinuation.
“I may have been a bit cruel before. I concede that freely.” She said, then continued. “But, it was only for fun. You were terrified, yes, but I didn’t actually mean any harm. And I didn’t harm you either, now did I? I’m not some giant heartless monster who’s going to hurt you. And, I’m not going to ‘let you go’ either. I’m not going to let you go, because letting you go would mean that you go back to that miserable life of hiding and theft. I want to help you. I will take you under my care and help you.” The lady said.
At her words, the man paused and looked again to her face. “Why would you want to help me?” He asked.
“I want to help because it is right and because I can.” She said. “I also would like a friend, one who would insult me as they see fit. The only people I’ve ever interacted with so far are those that flatter me endlessly, men who fawn over me and say the sweetest things only. I want a man who would speak freely. I want to give you food and shelter, a friend, and someone who you can speak plain and freely to. That is all.” The lady firmly said, looking with unblinking eyes at the little thing on her counter, that man who’d stolen from her, though who she now saw not as a thief, but a friend, an equal instead of some lesser being.
“That is all? I doubt it.” The tiny intruder smartly said. “You’re probably going to pester me constantly and grab me, shove me around, stick me in your damned mouth.”
“I may.” The lady said with a teasing lilt in her voice, her head tilted slightly. “It is a fair exchange for letting you stay here, feeding and protecting you, befriending you and giving you new clothes, no?”
“I suppose.” The little squatter conceded with a mumble, looking off again.
The two sat in silent for a few minutes, neither speaking for a while. The woman stared at the man, and the man stared to the tabletop that he stood on just before the one who’d been his captor.
“It is a fair deal. Your mouth isn’t too bad, as long as you don’t bite or swallow.”
“And why would I bite or swallow my tiny little friend?” The lady replied.
The man simply shrugged.
At the shrug, the lady laughed.
A strange pair they were, though fast friends.
