This choice: Her assistant she just shrank • Go Back...Chapter #6Can't Find Good Help by: Alina   Coffee in hand, Sasha finally got back inside, wiping some sweat from her brow. It was hotter out today than she’d been planning for. If she didn’t want to melt during the convention (and, no, she did not), then an outfit swap was going to be in gear. Taking a sip from her cup, Sasha let out a small, contented sigh.
“Outfit. Email. Out the door,” Sasha said, getting the small list together in her head.
This was not her job. Her assistant should have taken care of this ages ago! Sasha added an item to her list… ‘Chew out assistant.’ Afterall, the person in charge of making Sasha’s life more manageable had been lazing about all morning. Walking into her room, Sasha collapsed onto her bed and slowly let her gaze drift down to her well-worn Vans. Flexing her toes inside the checkerboard canvas slip-ons, Sasha took another sip of coffee before crossing her right foot over her left knee. Leaning over, she gazed at the square-array on the sole and the single square she’d colored in with a marker under the ball of her foot. Inside the tread was a small dab of glue and, most importantly, you…her assistant.
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“GOOD MORNING~ I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO TAKE A NAP, BUT…IF YOU WERE BETTER AT YOUR JOB, YOU WOULDN’T BE IN THIS SITUATION ANYWAY, WOULD YOU?” Sasha’s voice echoed around you, threatening to burst your eardrums. You’d have covered them if you could. Looking down, you saw the result of her little ‘walk’ with you this morning. Everything below your chest was submerged in the dab of glue. No hands. No legs. No way to defend yourself from the pebbles, gum, and other crud that Sasha walked through this morning. Your smile was cracked from when she mounted a curb wrong…your face was scratched up from getting dragged along the sidewalk with her slower steps. You had mud in your mouth and filthy water in your stomach from the puddle she’d stepped in while going to the coffee shop. You were in hell.
“Please…S-Sasha, whatever I did, I’ll make it up to you…p-please let me go?” you wheezed, the words aching in your mouth as they passed your cracked teeth, cut-up tongue, and overworked jaw.
The world shifted and your body was suddenly facing up towards Sasha. Something shifted behind you. Something big. Her foot? She was finally taking these off? You could feel the relief washing over you like a soothing balm. This morning’s psychotic torture was at an end! You’d do whatever you had to, say whatever you had to, to please her. If she could make you big again, then pride meant nothing.
Her face drew closer as you gulped down air to thank her…when you saw the smile curling along her lips.
“S-Sasha?”
She held up a finger…then you felt the air get pulled out of your lungs as her head tilted away and her eyes rolled back in her hea-
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