You had hoped, perhaps naively, that standing your ground would make your captor reconsider her offer, but if anything it seemed to have the opposite effect. Negotiations were no longer on the table for you, leaving you completely at the mercy of the giantess and her imagination. You felt your body tense up again, bracing for whatever "creative" interrogation techniques Hettie decides to torture you with.
"Okay, come here little one," Your captor cheerfully sings as she extends her hand to remove the glass. Grabbing you body tightly in her fist, Hettie holds you up to her round, smiling face. "I thought of the perfect place to put you to help jog your memory..."
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