This choice: She has a crush on you, and wants you all to herself • Go Back...Chapter #8Blame Magic by: chaos   Beatrice grins down at you happily. Her cheeks are red and she’s looking at you strangely. This little girl that has kidnapped you is starting to give you a serious case of the willies, not that your going to tell her that. You’ve always been kind to her, it’s just part of your nature, and now that your in a bind, you’re certainly not going to start being rude to her. You’ve always had a soft spot for the socially challenged and Beatrice certainly falls into that category. With her lack of friends and awkwardness around anything not Dungeons and Dragons related, you’ve always tried to be like a big brother to Beatrice. You hope she’ll remember that and help you, or you’re most likely going to shrink out of sight in her care.
“Yep, I’ve been thinking about you all the time it seems. At first I thought that you might be a level five mage and you had cast a adore enchantment on me, but then I realized that was silly.”
“Of coarse, that’s silly,” you laugh, glad she can at least tell the difference between reality and real life enough to know that you didn’t cast a spell on her. If she’s thinking you’ve been manipulating her in any way, which you’d never do, she might be a little vengeful and want compensation for being tricked. But she doesn’t think that so you should be safe. If that’s the case, why do you feel so worried when she bores into you with her big brown eyes.
“I know, silly. You’re a warrior, you can’t cast spells.”
She starts laughing and you laugh back, with a little bit of tension in your voice. Maybe Beatrice’s grasp on reality was a little warped, that didn’t mean she would hurt you. She probably took you home with her because she wanted to talk before it’s too late, which is completely cool with you. In a few days, you’ll be gone and there will be no one around to watch over Beatrice. If she were lonely before, the loss of you would leave her completely alone. With her parents never around and no kids liking her, Beatrice wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. You feel for her, you really do, but she has a future and can make plenty of friends in high school. You on the other hand had no future and really wanted to see your parents.
“Not that it hasn’t been fun, but I really have to go home. My families worried and I really should…” The next few words are never said because Beatrice has picked you up between her thumb and forefinger and are dangling you in front of her massive. Beatrice sighs and her grin becomes dreamily. Her other hand comes up and one finger lightly traces over your body. A small yelp escapes you when her finger gets dangerously close to your exposed groin.
“Stop it, this isn’t fun…” this time her thumb covers your face, preventing you from speaking. Her giant thumb covers your whole head and it hits you exactly how small you are. Your skull is no bigger then a grape. Beatrice could smush it between her fingers just as easily as a grape. Forget dying from this new shrinking illness, Beatrice could put you down as easily as she could step on a bug. You haven’t been really afraid of Beatrice since she picked you up, but with her giant thumb pressing against your face, you start to break into a cold sweat.
Her thumb pulls away and she puts her forefinger to her lips. “Shush. You know the rules, no back talking.”
“Rules?” You ask, now more confused.
“You don’t try to out smart me now,” she scolds you playfully. She crosses her legs and drops you on her lap. You really don’t like sitting naked on a thirteen year old girls lap, but you don’t dare move as she beams down at you with her gleaming metal braces. “I read every article I could find on the Web about Elf magic and know everything about the eternal bond we have.”
“Eternal bond?” You squeak, hating the sound of that. You’re starting to really regret all those times you humored Beatrice and treated her crazy ideas about witches and wizards as real. You should have told her the hard cold truth that none of this was real. Curse your inability to make a girl sad. If you ended up stuck her until you die because you didn’t have the guts to tell Beatrice that her magical world was fake, you would go to your grave kicking yourself.
“Yep, eternal bond. It’s a part of the elf magic to bring two people who love each other, but can never be with each other together. You know, like a serf and princess or a dark elf and a light elf or a knight and a she-dragon. The spell works that it changes one of the people in love into something else so they can be together forever. In your case, the spell shrunk you down, just like I hoped. I always dreamed of having a tiny pet and now I have one and a boyfriend. Oh, this is everything I wanted and more, my love!”
Beatrice hugs you to her chest, pushing your tiny body between her budding breasts. The air is forced out of your lungs as Beatrice pushes you a little too hard into her chest. Without air, you can’t say anything and are left being crushed against preteen breasts. This so messed up; you don’t know where to start. Beatrice seems to think you love her, which isn’t too shocking. You’re the only one that’s really nice to her, she must have interpreted your kindness as love. Now, she thinks you love her back because as luck would have it, you’re shrinking and takes that as a sign that her spell meant for you to be her boyfriend and pet.
Beatrice finally pulls you from her chest. Tears are running down her cheeks in happiness as she gazes at you with so much love that your afraid her eyes will burn holes into you. You’ve never seen her so happy and energetic for as long as you can remember knowing her. Seems like your fatal disease is her dream come true. It’ll crush her, but you have to tell her the truth, as much as it’ll hurt her. Hopefully, she’ll take it well.
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