"Interesting. You're the first one to accept your master. All the others protested, sometimes running to hide, sometimes attacking me." Sabrina's smile curves just a little more with a sadistic streak. "They regretted that. You're a smart one."
You try your best to keep a brave face and nod, wondering what "the others" are. Did she have other tiny people before you?
Without asking, she lowers her hand and picks you up, wrapping her firm fingers around your body and squeezing you as she tightens her hold. It hurts but you still manage to hide your fear and discomfort. She raises her catch, examining you closer with those eerie red eyes of hers. You squirm in her grip, and for a second her smile disappears. You immediately stop, and the smile reappears like a magic trick.
"How obedient." She continues to smile at you, but it's hard to tell the nature of her lips - it could be genuine or it could be fake. "You accept me as your master, don't you?"
You nod as fast as humanly possible. Sabrina gives a quiet laugh. "You'll make a wonderful..."
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