While the moment seems to last hours due to how (understandably) tense you are while rubbing her soles, it's not long in actual time before the massive girl in front of you begins to stir.
You can't see it past her sole but, her eyes groggily flutter open, and she proceeds to let out a large yawn and stretch her arms up lazily to help push away the tiredness. Although you still can't see this, she naturally shifts her body slightly, which to you is basically a small earthquake, causing you to lose your balance and slip closer towards her. At first you begin crawling away, but thankfully your brain shifts out of pure survival mode momentarily and you realize you need to keep contact with her to make sure she can feel and, hopefully, notice you. Sliding back towards her foot you grab at it and once again start to tickle her. Although the fact that you fell over means you can only reach her heel, your plan seems to work; after just a moment she bends upward at her waist, her legs still sticking out straight. She begins to move her huge hand in your direction, presumably to scratch her foot. Her, eyes only half open and clearly not aware, look right at you and she just kind of casually gazes for a second.
Then the hand stops. Her eyes widen, and her jaw literally drops.
YES. SHE SEES YOU. Success.
After a brief moment of your heart practically jumping out of your body, your stomach begins to sink again.
She was already pretty intimidating with just her foot leaned over your tiny body, but now her entire being, which was immeasurably huge from your perspective, now menacingly loomed over you, the light in the room unfortunately being cast in the most intimidating way, from behind her, casting a huge shadow over (from your perspective) at least ten times your size in any particular direction. Your mind tries to comprehend that this is still a person, that she's most likely a sweet girl, and lord knows she's incredibly beautiful, but the primal part of your brain is screaming out, mentally beating you up for just standing there, especially with her hand frozen mid air, poised towards right where you were standing. The instinctual part of your brain eventually takes over and it screams just one action to you.
Run.
As fast as you can, you pull yourself up, both physically from being ass down on the bed and mentally out of your trance, turn around, and sprint harder than you ever have before.
Not that there's anywhere to go... not that you're thinking about that.
Either way, it's only a few seconds of intense sprinting before you fall flat on your face, your foot getting caught on a fold in the sheet, which is ankle high to you, even though it normally wouldn't even register at your full size. Just another cruel reminder of your diminutive stature. You push yourself up onto your hands and knees, crawling, trying to build up enough speed to get back into a sprint. Before you can get hardly any further, though, you feel a tight clamp just underneath your arms, and then a strong feeling of vertigo.
Panic mode sets back in. Without even realizing that you're being picked up by the titaness, two of her fingers yanking you up by your armpits as if you were a toddler, you begin to wildly thrash, but she has a firm hold of your torso, leaving you just swinging your head, arms and legs wildly in the air without any real aim. Eventually the feeling of vertigo stops, and you begin to slightly calm down, enough to regain control of your limbs. Breathing heavily and heart racing, you look up to see your face to face (or, well, face to body...) to the girl, who's look of shock has subdued to a mixture of interest and curiosity.
At first there's only a dead silence throughout the room. Then, you feel a profound sadness. Dangling in the middle of the air, your literal entire, now horrifically delicate life now between a young girl's fingers, the stress of the whole situation finally hits. You ran out of adrenalin, and now only have your fear and instinct left. First, you just break eye contact, looking towards the ground. Then the soft whimpering comes, with no words at first. Then you begin to mutter quietly, slowing building up until you're outright sobbing, "please don't hurt me", "please put me down", among lots of stress filled gibberish and unfinished sentences.
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