You pause when she said that, you had to have heard her wrong.
“Um I’m sorry miss but what?”
“My slave” Margaery had in a too happy tone. “That was what the wizard promised me when I hired him.” She explained. “That I would have a tiny slave that will do anything I desire.”
You couldn’t comprehend what was happen, from what you could remember watching the show Margaery Tyrell was one of the kinder characters, sure she quickly married for a chance for power but she never abused her status to do things that other character have.
“Ohh” Margaery cooed as she rubbed her giant hand on your head. “You must be in shock, I assure you being my slave will not be so bad, so long as you obey your mistress.”
“B-but this isn’t fair I-I did nothing wrong, I, I was just at home and y-you kidnapped me.”
“Now, now little one.” She still had that kind tone despite wanting you as a slave. “I assure being a slave can be a blessing, I may allow you to play with my body if your good.”
You show a massive blush at this, but you shake your head and push your hand against her giant one. “I-I don’t want to be your slave, p-please can you take me home.” You plead as hard as you could, your trying to play on Margaery kindness in hopes of getting out of this mess. I mean sure being with her wouldn’t be bad, but to be her slave, and small in one of the most brutal shows ever? That’s not worth it.
“Oh dear” Margaery gave a stern expression which made you shake. “It looks as though I’ll have to discipline you then.”
“D-discipline?” Her fingers rose from behind you and she formed a fist with you inside. You scream in pain as she squeezed ‘lightly’.
Margaery sighed as if disappointed. “I do not enjoy this little one, I prefer that the people around me enjoy themselves you know.”
You were listening, but you were in intense pain, you were pretty much a ball in Margaery’s hand and she kept squeezing. Her skin was so smooth and soft, but you couldn’t enjoy that as she kept squeezing you.
“The world is not fair, and I assure you there are those who had worse fates than you can even imagine.”
Oh, she was wrong there. But she did have a point, characters here die the worst of deaths. So would being her slave really be so bad? She did offer to let you touch her body, come to think of it you have fantasized about that, but now it’s magnified on a humongous scale. But wait what are you saying? Are you willing to be a slave just for those perks?
But you were also in excruciating pain right now and you would love for her to release her grip on you.
Luckily for you she opened her hand showing the ball of pain she formed you into. You then stretch your limbs in pain and look up to see her glaring down at you. It was like looking at a goddess, an angry goddess.
“Now then” She tilted her hand slightly letting you fall.
You close your eyes expecting this to be your end but were shocked when you hit the ground you were alive and still put together. But you were also in so much more pain than before.
“The wizard ensure me you’d be indestructible.” Her voice boomed.
You notice a shadow on the ground and looked up. “Wait!” It was her bare foot stepping on you, she just simply put her foot down with no effort. Your body was beneath her sole and your head was between her big and second toe. The pressure was terrible though her foot didn’t smell, it was actually something tropical probably rich perfume or something.
Margaery grinded her fight hitting your face with her toes in your face as if to prove her point. You felt your body twist in pain and your face was being pummeled from mere toes.
“I am willing to give you another chance.” She explained. “When I raise my foot, I want you to bow, beg to be my slave, and end it with kissing my toes on both feet.”
That seemed very extreme, you never seen this side of Margaery and now that you have you wish you haven’t.
“Am I understood?” Her voice boomed.
She was still grinding her foot on your body. “Yes!” You wanted the pain to stop.
Margaery took her foot off of you.
You struggled to get up, you looked up in fear to see the Tyrell woman glaring down at you with her hands on her hips. You couldn’t move, you were in so much fear of this woman now.
BOOM! BOOM!
You stumble from what felt like a tremor and you see that it’s only Margeary tapping her foot in impatience.
“Well? I’m waiting!”
You then remembered her demand, should you beg to be her slave, bow and kiss her toes or do you run and hope to find a way back home?
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