Ingrid's teal-blue hair filled the sky of the canyon you were in. At first, you were soothed to a calm at the sight of your sweet daughter. But then your new memories of this twisted world you were now trapped in brought horrible images. Ingrid was as bad as Rouge. Her beautiful face was molded into a sneer as she looked down at you."Hello...Daddy."She boomed, the last word filled with such mockery it felt like a blow to the gut to you. What had happened to your loving daughter who would defend you from being crushed? Who would lovingly ask you what you wanted to do, and not her. Now, in this reversed reality, you were the slave, and Ingrid was your Gothic Goddess.
She walked upstairs to her room, promptly slamming the door shut and locking it. It's not as if you could escape, she just wanted her privacy with the microscopic slave if Morgan tried to steal you away. She sat down on her bed, removing her boots and settling you on top of her right big toe. As if on top of the tallest mountain in the world, you felt hundreds of miles up in the air atop the toe, and Ingrid's body an entire world stretching out before you. Her face still smirking at you, her thunderous voice commanding you your first task."Since I'm feeling kind today,"She sounded so much like Rouge, even micking her tone of domination."I'll take it easy on you. All I want is for you to clean my big toe...."She wiggled it, causing cataclysmic earthquakes that made you faceplant right into the soft ground."With your entire body. Use your arms to pick off the lint, use your tongue to rid of the dirt, and tackle the other bits to get them off."She said, making you pale at the task ahead.
You sigh, but knew from these new memories you were a broken, defeated, tiny man. You begin to rub your body along the ground, following the instructions Ingrid bidded. The challenge seemed impossible given your size. When you came across your first piece of lint, usually invisible to the normal sized human, it was as large as an entire city.
Hours later, you had gotten rid of the lint piece. Apparantly Ingrid had gotten bored watching you, and had taken up to reading a magazine while you were cleaning her big toe. Standing back, exhausted, an idea popped into your head.
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