An answer wasn't give, so you avery your gaze and focus on the lines on Beth's fingers that held you firmly in place. There had to be some way around this... one that hopefully didn't involve wiggling out and falling down to your death for the unparalleled height of her hand. It was like looking over from the top of a skyscraper and deciding that it wouldn't hurt to just leap off and save yourself from the giantess' tyrannical reign. Well, maybe that was an overstatement, but that is what your helpless dilemma feels like. Beth seems content just watching you, shaking her hand from time to time, just for kicks, it seems. You try not to be too enteratining as she shakes you out of your concentration, but it's difficult to keep your limbs from moving spasmodically with each jerky movement her wrist made.
Apparently she underestimated the balance between haveing a secure graps with her fingers, coupled with the unexpected movement of yourself to avoid the uncomfortable feel of her fingers, because what happens next both thrills and scares you. Sliding out of her grip had been what you were wishing for, but not like this. There's only a brief instant to look down before you are rushing quickly to meet what was under you, thankfully some bedspread by the look of it. That couldn't be too unforgicing, right? It isn't, you find, bouncing off of the malleable surface with a muffled thud. Either the material made it soundless of you were just that light that you barely made an impression. Beth's face only displays shock for about three seconds, then it is replaced by sheer amusement. Upon struggling to stand, you've already got some ideas of your own.
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