“There is something in my shoe. I need to check it out.”
The fierce and suspicious Artemis lifted her foot up and held it sideways. By squeezing the leather sandal, Artemis was able to create an opening between the flat and the underside of her foot so the little bug that bit her would roll out and into her open palm.
Timmy, on the other hand, recently experienced neck-breaking vertigo when Artemis tapped her toe section, trying to force him out from under her foot. Thanks to the soft yet firm hold of Artemis’s foot skin, the tiny eight year-old was kept from being thrown out into the sand and possibly stomped on by the giantess. In the midst of being battered, bruised, and disoriented by the ignorant giantess’s feet, Timmy felt the urge to puke from the intense dizziness. Even that didn’t stop him from feeling everything rise up and turn on its side. All of a sudden, the squeezing pressure between her foot and the sandal suddenly gaped open as Timmy felt himself sliding backwards then rolling from underneath the ball, the overbearing toes, and then into the soft, calloused hand of the giantess who unknowingly tormented him.
Timmy coughed and sputtered as the palm he crouched on was lifted to the level of the stern green eyes of the fierce Amazonian warrior. As soon as the tiny boy looked into those giant, seemingly hostile eyes, the boy screamed and curled in a fetal position, turning away from Artemis’s gaze.
“Please don’t hurt me!” Timmy cried as the other gigantic Amazonian soldiers marched up to him and Artemis.
“Artemis, what is that in your hand?” Philippus demanded to know.
“Apparently, I found one of the survivors of the fallen flying vessel, but he is nothing more now than a bug that found its way into my shoe,” Artemis answered, holding the scared one-inch boy out to Philippus and the other Amazons to see.
“This is an unusual development,” the blonde Amazon, Persephone said. “All children shouldn’t be so small, they’d have to fit inside an Amazon’s shoe.”
“If he truly is the son of Man’s World, then we must report him to the queen at once,” Philippus reminded her troops about the mission. She then extended her palm to the red-haired Amazon. “Artemis, please give him to me so we can ensure his safe escort. Being trapped under your foot seems to have scared him to death.”
Artemis didn’t hesitate to answer. “As you wish,” she said, dumping the suddenly surprised boy into Philippus’s awaiting hand, “but only because I don’t want him biting any part of my body again.”
Timmy tumbled around the darker giantess’s palm, barely having any time to get up as she gently curled her fingers and trapped him in her fist. “Forgive me, child, but the queen has ordered us to bring any survivor to her personally,” Philippus said, reaching for a small drawstring sack on her belt, “and this is the only way for me to safely escort you in your condition.”
Philippus moved the boy between her fingers, pinched his shirt between three of her fingers and her thumb, and dangled him over the opening of the sack. Timmy screamed and wriggled in the grip as the giant chocolate digits held him over the yawning abyss of the sack’s opening; he was terrified of the dark. The screams got louder as Philippus lowered him down into the opening.
“NOOOO!!! Please don’t put me in there! I’ll be good, I promise, just don’t put me in there!”
But Philippus didn’t listen. She gently inserted the tiny screaming boy into the sack, and by loosening her fingers, she felt the boy fall to the bottom. She then drew the drawstring close and tight, leaving the opening slightly ajar to let in air for her bite-sized prisoner. With a simple command, Philippus and her troops marched for the queen’s palace in the city.
Within the sack on Philippus’s thigh, Timmy was once again subjected to motions of a giantess’s march. It wasn’t as bad as getting trapped underneath Artemis’s scented feet in her sandal, but he was still getting motion sickness from this experience. What’s worse is that now that he was discovered, he’d be taken to the queen. She would probably keep him for a slave or a toy for torment! She’d lock him in a cage somewhere dark and damp with very little light to reach him. At the very least, she’d send him back to Man’s World with nothing and no one to look after him. Whatever the queen decided, it would change his very life.
What happens next?
1.) Timmy accepts his fate ad is taken to the Queen.
2.) Timmy creates a hole in the sack and escapes into the city!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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