The darkness of the pocket swayed with each heavy step, the muffled sounds of the locker room fading as Matt’s tiny body pressed against the warm, rough fabric. His heart pounded, mind spiraling with dread. *Who has me?* The question gnawed at him, each possibility—Jack, Daniel, Jacob—carrying its own weight of fear. The pocket jolted, and suddenly a massive hand plunged in, fingers rough and impatient. The grip was fast, almost reckless, yanking Matt out with such force that his tiny body spun, disoriented, as he was thrust into the harsh locker room light.
Matt’s vision cleared, and his stomach dropped. Jacob’s cruel, angular face loomed above him, his dark eyes glinting with malicious amusement. The locker room was empty now, the team gone, leaving only the echoing silence and Jacob’s towering presence. A smirk curled his lips as he held Matt dangling between his fingers.
“Well, look who it is,” Jacob drawled, his voice a low, mocking growl that sent a shiver through Matt’s tiny frame. “Little Matt, smaller than ever.”
Matt’s voice quavered, but he forced the words out, his fear laced with defiance. “Kinda scary, Jacob. What do you want? Just leave me alone.”
Jacob’s chuckle was cold, his grip tightening just enough to make Matt squirm. “Leave you alone? Nah, that’s no fun.” He leaned closer, his breath hot and sour, his eyes narrowing with a twisted glee. “You know, I’ve been kinda needing a little tiny assistant. Someone to… help me out. You’re coming with me to my dorm.”
Matt’s heart raced, panic surging. “Jacob, no—please, just let me go!” But before he could say more, Jacob’s smirk widened, and with a careless shove, he stuffed Matt back into the pocket. The fabric walls closed around him, the air thick and stifling, as Jacob’s heavy footsteps resumed, each one jolting Matt’s tiny body. Trapped in the swaying darkness, Matt’s mind raced with fear of what awaited him in Jacob’s dorm, the bully’s cruel intentions hanging like a storm cloud over his uncertain fate.