You shout at the top of your lungs, but he can't hear you, you're FAR too small.
His foot touches down on the floor, pinning you down underneath the arch of his toes. The smell here is intoxicating, almost hypnotic. You forget why you tried to shout, aside from being a little cramped, this was fine, pleasurable even.
You hear Jacob start to stir... Flin seems to as well, scurrying out the door as fast as possible, shaking your world as he does.
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