Jane could feel herself tremble as Sasha’s piercing blue eyes stared down at her. A sob overcame her shrunken body as she glanced at her frightened reflection in her tormentor’s glasses. Gone was the confident woman who had triumphantly banged on the door demanding answers. Now all she could see was a pathetic mess - barely able to speak as fear tightly gripped her throat. Sasha’s implicit threat had triggered her survival instincts, but there was nowhere for her to flee.
“Are you finally gonna spit it out?” Sasha drily asked. The hint of anger in her voice made Jane feel even smaller than she was. Too panicked to think properly, the shrunken woman stayed silent, unable to provide the information her tormentor seeked. Sasha sighed, knowing she was pushing her plaything’s mental fortitude to its limits. “Her name. What was your friend’s name?” the pink-haired titaness finally added, this time more softly.
“Cindy… Cindy Miller!” Jane finally blurted out, almost exploding in tears under the stress Sasha imposed on her. The shrunken woman suddenly recoiled in fear as Sasha’s thumb fell down on her puny frame. This time however, the giant digit did not hit her, instead softly landing on her tiny body and slowly rubbing against her skin. Above, Sasha looked pensive. Whether she genuinely tried to remember who Cindy was or she just played another of her twisted games, Jane couldn’t tell. The tiny woman’s heartbeat finally slowed down enough for her to remember to breathe for the first time in a while. The magnitude of Sasha’s precise and absolute control over her mind frightened her.
“Cindy… Cindy…” Sasha absentmindedly repeated as her thumb stroked along Jane’s puny body. “A blonde? Petite? Engineering student, right?” Sasha enumerated, bringing more awe on her toy’s face with each qualitative. Jane couldn’t believe her ears. That was Cindy.
“Yes, that’s her! That sounds exactly like Cindy!” Jane bursted, momentarily forgetting the terrifying situation she was in. For the first time in years, she heard a stranger talk about her best friend. “What… have you done with her?” the shrunken woman finally dared to ask after taking a moment to come back to reality. Sasha’s thumb stopped on Jane’s belly as her gaze fell back on her tiny form. A subtle smirk grew on Sasha’s lips.
“You’re an idiot, Jane.” Sasha calmly replied, amused by the confused expression on the shrunken woman’s face. “Mostly due to the fact you couldn’t have imagined a tenth of what happened to your friend - but still a fucking idiot.” Sasha continued, her words making Jane blush with shame despite not understanding where the titaness was going with her accusation. The shrunken woman felt nauseated as the emotional lift Sasha imposed on her rose once again. “You’re telling me you’ve spent the past what? Two years and a half? You’ve spent the past two years and a half looking for someone who didn’t want to be found.” Sasha paused to let the shrunken woman process what she was telling her. The look of confusion on her tiny face was the same the pink-haired titaness had witnessed so many times before. “We met at a bar on Broadway and 114th Street. She was ravaged. I offered her a drink and we talked. When it was time to go home, she came with me.” Sasha smiled, seeing the shrunken woman in her palm starting to boil.
“You fucking took her!” Jane finally exploded, her anger refueled by Sasha’s admission. Sasha’s thumb fell on Jane’s face, silencing her rant before it could continue.
“Shhhh… I’m not done.” Sasha mockingly whispered to the struggling plaything. “Unlike what you believe, I didn’t force her to do anything. What a great friend you must have been, Jane. Cindy was not doing great. At all. You should have known that. I mean, she practically jumped into my arms when I gave her an out. She was done with everything.” Sasha continued. This time, her revelation kept Jane silent. As Sasha’s thumb lifted off her face, the shrunken woman watched for any sign on the titaness’ face that would indicate she was lying. Alas, she found none.
“Where… Where is she now?” Jane shyly asked, afraid to speak out of turn. Her tormentor’s words had regalvanized a lost hope to see her friend again. If Sasha had saved Cindy in her own twisted way, then perhaps she was still alive. To her surprise, Sasha’s thumb didn’t cover her face again to silence her.
“She’s dead.” Sasha replied, matter-of-factly. Jane’s sudden hope instantly vanished as the words fell upon her. The shrunken woman’s breath was cut. Despite always keeping this horrible thought deep in the back of her head, she wasn’t prepared to face its reality. “An accident. One day I didn’t see her and…” Sasha didn’t finish her sentence, instead subtly cringing to convey Cindy’s grim fate beneath her shoe. Jane couldn’t believe it. She felt frozen in her captor’s palm, stuck under the weight of the titaness’ revelations.
“You fucking killed her…” Jane whispered, more to herself than to Sasha. “You killed her and you don’t even care?” the shrunken woman continued, trying her best to rationalize the cruelty of Cindy’s end. Jane lifted her eyes to meet Sasha’s terrifying stare. The answer she seeked was there.
“You’re done?” Sasha replied, stopping the shrunken woman in her tracks before she could add to her shocked monologue. Jane kept her mouth shut, the weight of Sasha’s thumb on her chest reminding her to not push her luck. “Good girl… See? Even you can be an obedient little bitch. Just like Cindy. Perhaps you two were close after all…” Sasha hurtfully teased the visibly broken woman in her palm. Jane could barely find the courage to face the triumphant glimmer in her tormentor’s eyes.
“Is that what I’m supposed to be now? A toy for you to have your fun with till you forget I’m there?” Jane replied with as much disgust as she could muster.
“No.” Sasha replied coldly. Jane barely had time to react before the massive fingers surrounding her closed around her puny form. As darkness and pressure engulfed her, a piercing scream escaped her lips. She hadn’t seen it coming. In a second, her mind forgot everything and focused on her own survival. Her next scream resonated like a pathetic plea. Fear and panic dripped off the quick succession of “No...” and “Please…” coming out of her mouth. More loudly than her own screams, Jane heard a crack. Before she could understand it was her own skull, silence abruptly filled the room again.
“Ah, fuck…” Sasha whispered to herself as blood dripped out of her hand onto her chest. She couldn’t feel the soft kisses on her sole anymore. A look in her servant’s direction quickly changed that before she pushed her tiny face aside with her foot. Uncrossing her legs, she delicately moved the sleeping woman’s head from her lap onto the couch, making sure not to disturb her peaceful rest. The many hidden eyes around the room watched with awe as Sasha finally stood and walked towards the bathroom.
Under the sound of rushing water, blood poured down the drain. All that was left of Jane’s quest for justice. All that was left of Jane.
It's tough to imagine the worst, even at the worst of times. Unfortunately for Jane, that's the last thing she would ever learn...
It's the first time I've created my own blood drops to perfectly fit a scene, so I hope the effect is convincing! Also, I hope you've enjoyed this entire story featuring Sasha. It's been a blast to put together :)