“Yuh.” Her smile comes back, but it brings an uneasy feeling to your gut. “It is a mini boy.”
You feel like a mouse that has been cornered by a playful cat. “ C-c-can you help me?” You stammer out of your puny mouth.
The enamoring pop star lets out a small moan “Mhmm, yuh. Let me help you out of that tape, mini.” She softly spoke.
She pursed her lips and started to form a ball of her clear saliva to hang out of her glossy lips.
Your heart leaps, “No! No! Wait!” You began to plead and struggle against the tape. Her drop of mucous is enough to fill a bathtub for you and is already plummeting towards your restrained body.
The pop-star’s spit slams into your miniature body and envelopes you. You cannot breathe but the saliva breaks down enough of the adhesive on the tape where your arms rip free. You are completely submerged and pushing your free arms through Ariana’s viscous saliva. After a few seconds your arms feel pressure all around them and you get torn off the tape.
You are face to face with Grande’s face, dripping with her spit. Your arms are pressed together between her dainty forefinger and thumb. She smirks, “I feel like God is a woman tonight.” Her voice carries weight like the voice of God.
“What are you doing? Please help me figure out how this happened to me!” You beg to her.
“I'll figure out what happened, mini,” Ariana said with a mischievous smile, “But first I want something from you.”
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