You awaken after what was possibly the longest day of your life. You had been on your daily walk out of the tiny city whenever the hunter had picked you up and placed you in the bag. You were greeted by many other tiny people, all freaking out the same as you. That was yesterday though. Now you were awake, crammed with thousands of other tiny people just thrown in a cage with her. They were all naked, and at that point nobody cared about what parts of their body were touching each other.
She just lied down and cried at her situation, the same as hundreds of others in the prison. You look up and are shocked to see a giant Indian woman working the cash register above you. You realized that you were nothing more than something to buy at a convenience store as she gave an unseen customer a pack of cigarettes and say in a heavily accented "Have a nice day!"
You panic as you realized that they gave out a dozen tinies for a dollar at these kinds of places, and you knew how easily disposable they were once they were out in the market. Hell, they had no way to keep track of all the tiny people, so sometimes the workers snuck one out sometimes. She sat and felt her heart sink at her complete lack of value outside of momentary pleasure for the person who bought her for less than a dime.
"Twenty tinies you say?" She asks the next person up to the register as she reaches her hand down and scoops up everyone to your left before she
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