I came home barely able to walk through the door, smelling like booze and smoke and sweat from a night at concerts and bars. I wasn't old enough to drink, but I was pretty enough to get boys to sneak me into places and buy me drinks all night.
I hiccuped and slammed the door behind me, stumbling into the dark of the living room. "Hold it right there, young lady." I heard my stepfather's voice come out of the darkness. I nearly jumped out of my boots. "Oh my god you fucking scared the shit out of me," I snarled into the darkness. "Good," I heard the reply, but this time it was louder. I gasped. Something about the air around me didn't feel right. I stumbled forward and reached for the arm of the couch, my hand going to where it should be, but all I felt was air. Then I heard a chuckle high, high above me and what sounded like thunder approaching. Boom boom boom. Then the light came on, blinding, but instead of my room I was in a huge space, and there was something unimaginable massive before me. All at once I realized I was in my living room and that I was no more than a few inches tall, and my giant stepfather was now reaching down for me, his handsome older features gleaming in the low light.
His giant thumb and forefinger clamped down around me and the giant man effortlessly hoisted me into the air as I let out a squeal. "What the hell! You can't do this!" I screamed and kicked and fought but my step-dad only chuckled and walked back toward his recliner. A chill filled me. My step-dad and I weren't getting along lately and he was a stiff man in every sense of the word. He married my mom when I was young and she died soon after. I never forgave him, but as an ex-marine he felt duty bound to stick with me. As an ex-marine, he was also super strict. Since being a marine, he's worked several contract jobs, has made a lot of money, and although he puts in long hours he still forces us to act like a family.
With my tiny body pinched between his huge fingers, still in my sexy little outfit meant to draw eyes at the club, my step-dad's bulk settled into his usual chair.
"Now," he looked at me sternly, "It's time to remind you of your place under my roof, young lady."
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