"I'll go with you..." you say, defeated. You walk over and assume the position on your knees at your Master's giant feet. Master Greg laughs in triumph at Terran.
"Ok...well, I'll see YOU later" Terran says, grinding you quickly under her bare sole on the word you. You look up at Greg, who grins.
"Glad you chose me, slave." Greg says, grinning.
"Well...it was your turn, Master." you say, humilated.
"Yeah...well, slave, let's go pack for Brandon's. Hop on." and with that you clutch at your giant brother's right foot as he walks to his room.
...............
You watch Greg from your jar on his dresser as he gets together some things and bags them. He doesn't even look at you, you're just another object for him to pack. He finally walks over and unceremoniously grips your jar and places it in his bag. He zips it up, leaving you in darkness, and walks to Brandon's.
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