Sheills was a godlike entity in the college even before your accident, but now he transcended even that lofty status. He was around 40, you guessed, and amazing to look at with a nice beard and hairy arms. Dark chest hairs peaked out over his rugby top. You stood on his powerful thigh and stared up at him, transfixed, not sure what to do next but sure you didn't want to look away.
Then he stared down at you. He looked directly at you. There was no mistaking it. He had spotted you! You had no idea how, at this size, he'd been able to detect you, but he had. His eyes were wide, searching, and you felt his body tense up beneath you as if scared of ruining this opportunity. You were terrified - yes, you'd wanted attention, but to see this huge, buff, beyond-godlike PE teacher staring down at you made your blood run cold. Never before in your 18 years had you felt such complete, petrifying terror.
Before you could move, one of the meaty hands was coming right towards you. You didn't run. You couldn't, and it would be pointless anyway. You just closed your eyes - if Sheills thought you were a bug, you'd be dead in the next 3 seconds. If not...well, you didn't know what was going to happen. You winced as you felt the unbelievable heat of the hand emanating towards you and waited for its impact...but you didn't feel anything at first. Then the hand impacted the shorts right next to you and you were nearly bowled over by the shockwave. Instead, you stumbled around a bit, struggling to retain your footing as the leg vibrated from that fearsome impact. You stared up at Sheills, whose eyes were now narrowed with concentration. His other hand was brought around, over his other leg. Too late, you realised what he was going to do as the hand next to you moved gently. Well, gently to him. To you it was a forceful hit that knocked you to the ground, rolling over and over, tumbling off the thigh and into his other, waiting palm.
You whimpered in pain as Sheills raised the palm up to his face, bringing you close to that magnificent visage and that masculine beard. His eyes widened, as if confirming what he had suspected - you were a tiny human. He blinked a few times as if snapping himself out of something, then looked furtively around before settling on something. With his other hand he was reaching for...the whistle hanging around his neck.
Oh no.
He brought it up to the hand you were in and, lining you up carefully, tipped you into the hole on top. You had absolutely no chance of fighting the giant's will here - any movement you made would have been so inconsequential it would have been pointless. So you allowed yourself to slowly, inexorably, slide towards the hole in the top of the metal whistle. The sides of it were made of cold steel and you hit them, but gently. He suddenly began to shake the whistle, pulling the rest of your ant-sized body inside. You looked around - you were too big to fit through the narrow hole he blew into. You had to admit it was the perfect place to keep you for now; you just hoped he didn't blow it while you were in there. The ball inside the whistle rolled around, but it was light and filled with air - even to you it wasn't much threat. You looked up and saw a colossal eye peering inside, checking for you. You whimpered again, backing away from it.
The ball was well and truly in Sheills' hands now.
Before you knew it, the eye was gone and light flooded the whistle once more. You braced yourself, knowing what was coming next, as the whistle began to move wildly. It was being moved to a new place, a darker place...you were tipped downwards, tumbling towards the narrow exit. Panicking now, you wedged yourself into this narrower part of the whistle, out of range of the harmless-but-annoying rolling ball, and then you felt the whistle's enormous impact with the hairy chest of the giant. You could feel his heartbeat.
Then Sheills got up and started walking. You expected to be thrown around, but the forest of hair on his chest and the closeness of his shirt appeared to obstruct the whistle. You took several deep breaths. Where was this beyond-a-god going?
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