by Dr.Minimizer » Mon Mar 08, 2021 7:03 pm
He'd seen glimpses of her before, the beautiful tiny woman living in the crawlspaces of his home: incredibly small she was, the size of a mouse, if that; with long black hair and a thin, athletic frame, clad in a wispy outfit made of scraps of cloth she'd scavenged here and there--she looked at once unkempt and bedraggled, yet at the same time exotically alluring and desirable, and he meant to have her, to save her from her life of wholly unnecessary indigence, and keep her in the little home he'd built for her, high upon the shelf nearby. He smiled to himself as he prepared his latest trap, latest in a line of failed attempts, hopefully imagining as always that this time, this time for sure, he'd finally catch her, and make her his--unaware that not so far away, she peered out through a thin gap in the floorboard, watching, snickering to herself at his impertinent audaciousness; but imagining, as she always did, if perhaps this time she'd let him catch her, and everything that would mean; only to decide, also as she always did, that no matter how handsome and entrancing he might be, he was a giant and she a puny little thing, and thus, despite her subconscious desires otherwise--always suppressed save in the dark of night, deep within her dreams--she didn't dare allow herself to be his pet.
He'd seen glimpses of her before, the beautiful tiny woman living in the crawlspaces of his home: incredibly small she was, the size of a mouse, if that; with long black hair and a thin, athletic frame, clad in a wispy outfit made of scraps of cloth she'd scavenged here and there--she looked at once unkempt and bedraggled, yet at the same time exotically alluring and desirable, and he meant to have her, to save her from her life of wholly unnecessary indigence, and keep her in the little home he'd built for her, high upon the shelf nearby. He smiled to himself as he prepared his latest trap, latest in a line of failed attempts, hopefully imagining as always that this time, this time for sure, he'd finally catch her, and make her his--unaware that not so far away, she peered out through a thin gap in the floorboard, watching, snickering to herself at his impertinent audaciousness; but imagining, as she always did, if perhaps this time she'd let him catch her, and everything that would mean; only to decide, also as she always did, that no matter how handsome and entrancing he might be, he was a giant and she a puny little thing, and thus, despite her subconscious desires otherwise--always suppressed save in the dark of night, deep within her dreams--she didn't dare allow herself to be his pet.