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Chapter 25 by TGA666 TGA666

Does Rae spot you?

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"Ah, lil' sis is asleep." Rae said, stumbling into the room.

She was evidently drunk, her eyes half open, as she constantly adjusted her balance. She stepped over to the bed, still slouched, when I noticed my feet were poking out of the covers. I quickly brought my legs to my chest, hoping she didn't notice, but I shivered in fear as I felt the sensation of cold air rushing around me. I turned around to see Rae's face, eyes locked on me, pupils wide and dilated, and I began to inch away from her. my crawling eventually turned into a sprint, as I desperately tried to escape the giant woman. I rushed towards Amber's face, hoping to wake her up so she could save me, but I tripped over a fold in her sheets, and I stumbled to the ground.

I felt Rae's fingers pinch my right leg, and I wanted to throw up as she stood up, bringing me a few inches from her face, dangling upside-down. I could feel her breath escaping her vibrant red lips, the smell of booze penetrating my nostrils. She carried me out into the hallway, before shutting the door to Amber's room.

"Are you really small? Or am I just drunk?" Rae said, prodding me with her sharp nail.

I remained silent, paralyzed with fear.

"Either way, you seem small to me, and you know what's more fun than picking on my sister? Torturing a 6 inch tall man who can't even fight back."

My heart seemed to stop as I heard this, and I shuddered as I saw a sinister grin form on Rae's lips.

Rae walked over to her bedroom, and I used the opportunity to survey the surroundings. Her room was a more **** version of Amber's, not a square inch of the floor uncovered by some garment of clothing. The walls were painted a deep red, which gave off a menacing vibe combined with her jet black bed and nightstand. On the nightstand laid an ashtray, a pack of cigarettes, and numerous empty cans of beer. Rae walked over to the other side of her room, where there was a desk, covered edge to edge in trash. She briefly set me down on the foot of her bed, as she knocked all of the trash from the desk onto the floor. I braced myself as she lifted me back into the air, before setting me on the desk as she sat down.

"So, how should we begin...."

What does she do?

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