The finger withdraws, and you give a sigh of relief, regretting it as soon as you next take a breath, and a mouthful of the rancid sweat all around.
"Maybe it's better this way," Leah's voice rumbles from above. You turn to look up at her, a smile tugging at the ends of her mouth. What's better?
"I get to feel it die, feel its innards goo all over my palm... And that washes clean a lot better than my gloves."
Amber reacts too slowly, and there's nowhere for you to run as the fingers close into a fist. Each one slams down in unison, forming a cage as the fingertips touch the palm behind you. It takes Leah squeezing, closing the small gap in her grasp with a thought, before you are pressed between layers of her powerful flesh, first pinned, then choked, then burst.
With sweat choking your lungs, your own blood splashes aginst skin that does not care, and your quest for tiny surival is snuffed out by a sadistic giant.
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