You wake up exhausted, so much so that you just feel broken. Every muscle feels sore, it hurts just to breathe, and you think you might have broken a rib. You're in pain and you can barely move. It's a bad situation. You look around and see that Lindsay is out of the apartment, thank goodness, and you fall back asleep.
You wake up what feels like hours later, though you really have no idea, when the door slams. Lindsay walks directly over to you and speaks to you for the first time. "Hello there, sleepyhead!" she says, in a singsong voice.
It takes all the energy you have, but you manage to turn up and look at her. She's dressed to the nines, but then again she always did have good taste in fashion. But you find something really jarring about the way she talks. She seems like a totally different person from the drunken giantess who used you as a sex toy last night.
"Well! So it looks like our relationship has taken a surprising turn," she continues. "But nothing we don't both deserve. I've decided what I'm going to do with you. You still have some uses at that size, so I'm going to keep you here. Like a pet! How does that sound?"
You're not sure whether to object or pretend to go along with it, but it doesn't matter, as you can't even make out anything more than a guttural wheeze.
"Looks like you're still pretty tired from last night," she says. "This is going to take some time to get used to, and I understand some parts of it will be difficult for you. But I think you'd agree that I know you really well, and you just can't be trusted to make your own decisions. At least you couldn't at your old size. Maybe now you'll be better behaved."
What's she talking about? You WERE well behaved! You had plenty of opportunities, too. But everyone gets bitter about breakups, you suppose.
Before you have time to think too deeply about the nature of human relationships, Lindsey goes on. "I have to tell you, I'm going to treat you a lot better than you treated me. You just have to accept that you'll be more of a toy than a person from now on. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you, and I don't mind if you enjoy yourself too. Just make sure you appreciate what I do for you, and nothing bad needs to happen."
She is clearly delusional, but at this point, lying in her fishbowl sticky, hurting, and humiliated, you really don't have much of a choice.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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