You wake up to a large stomping sound. You get out of bed to look out the window when suddenly a large eye drops in front of it. The eye blinks and you can hear the heavy lid fluttering down. You stand in shock and the eye lifts up, the enormous torso of Dylan O'Brien following it. Suddenly his fingers crash through the ceiling. You fall to the floor and the fingers descend around you. His fingertips touch the floor like the bars of a cage. You try to get up and run but it's too late. His fingers close around you and pick you up. You are held out in front of the massive guy's face. You'd heard about the massive actors. You knew you lived on the outer edge of their occasional kidnapping range, but you never thought that out of all the people in the country, these behemoths would find you.
Dylan looks you over and gives a little smirk and a nod. He opens the inside of his jacket and puts you in the inside pocket. He zips up and begins to run. The smell inside the jacket is one of musk and heat. You feel like you're going to hurl as Dylan races along at 50 mph. After a while he finally slows down. He enters what you presume is the facility that was built for them. All the food that they need, beds, a giant gym, bathrooms, and for their slaves, quarters, a mess hall, and a room to do the laundry of the specially made giant clothes. As you enter the place, Dylan pulls you out and exclaims, "Welcome to my home, well our home", as he walks you into a room where a giant Colton Haynes, naked save for a pair of boxers, is lying down on his stomach on a table, while many tiny men, about your age massage his back. Dylan collapses onto a chair and demands that several slaves come over and service his sweaty feet. He puts you on the ground and orders one little man to get you acquainted.
"Hi, I'm Steven.", he says, "I know that all of this is scary, and you're probably pretty angry right now. We all are; or at least the ones of us who haven't been broken yet. But even so we've tried to create some sort of order for everybody. I'll put you on the rotating duty roster, we all switch out occasionally, especially because some jobs are worse than others. I'm still working stuff out for the next rotation, especially because we got in 6 newbies in the last two weeks, not including you. I can put you in laundry, which doesn't sound to bad, but you have to take special care of their pit-stains and socks. There's worship, which is usually just massaging them, but sometimes it can be a little bit extra (if you know what I mean). The last job is bathing. The boys insist on lathering up slaves with soap for their baths and showers. It's definitely the most humiliating and grossest, but it's understandable to want to get it out of the way. So which will it be? Remember, I'm not changing this if, and most likely when, you have second thoughts."
He said this all very fast, but you were speechless anyways. You'd finally managed to snap out of your confusion before he got to the job descriptions. Weighing your decision carefully on how exactly you want to end up being a servant to these gargantuans, you finally end up choosing...
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