Tanya decided if she was going to remove her clothes, she might as well go the whole way. “Ah, the tropical breeze feels so good on my skin.” She sighed as she felt the breeze and warm sun on her naked body. “Well, enough of that. I need to find somewhere to live.”
Tanya gathered up her clothes, just in case, before continuing her search for shelter. Eventually she found a cave large enough for her to live in. “This should do nicely. I can make some kind of tent flap from leaves and branches to block the heat and rain.” Tanya said as she surveyed her new homestead. She was looking around, deciding on where she would make a bed for her to sleep on when she heard another tiny voice.
She looked toward the back of the cave and saw another tiny islander. She watched in amusement as he dashed toward the mouth of the cave. As he passed her she stomped her foot in his path. “Where do you think you’re going?” Tanya asked playfully. Obviously the tiny islander didn’t understand her words, but the meaning behind them was clear. Before the tiny man could try to run again Tanya brought her foot down on her victim. She didn’t do more than that at first, listening to the tiny man, probably pleading for his life, in his native language. But Tanya felt no pity for him, and started putting pressure down on her foot and the tiny man beneath it. Tanya smiled evilly as she felt a rush of power and heard the tiny man scream in agony. Soon enough there was a sickening crunch and a miniature puddle of blood came out from under her foot.
“That was fun.” Tanya thought as she used a leaf to wipe the blood and remains from her sole. “You know I could get used to being an island goddess.”
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