“Okay, but you owe me!” Charlotte laughed, pinching your squishy body between her fingers and peeling you off the bottom of her sweaty foot. You cursed this sadistic girl for continuously finding ways to make your life miserable, as you knew she was going to hold this “owing her” thing over your head. Why couldn’t she just love you like a normal cousin, and not treat you like her personal plaything?
Once you were free, Charlotte dropped you carelessly onto the floor, letting you reform on your own. She knew you wouldn’t dare to run, because you would hardly get a inch away before she grabbed you. To your confusion though, your titanic cousin watched you reform with rapt attention, a distant twinkle in her eye.
After reforming, you looked up at her, towering over you like a goddess. You swallowed your fear and tried to manage a brave face, but Charlotte’s mysterious smile was deeply unsettling. She wasn’t saying a word, only gazing at you intently. You could tell her psychotic gears were turning, and you felt yourself begin to start sweating under the stress of it all.
Finally, you caved. “Why are you staring at me, Charlotte?” You asked her, you voice wavering. Charlotte smirked, her eyes shining like a little kid discovering something amazing for the first time.
“I just had the greatest idea ever little cousin.” Charlotte explained. “I was thinking about how fun it is to play with you, and then remembered how bored I always get back at home. So…I’m going to cash in that favor you owe me. It’s a little sudden, but I did rescue you from becoming a tattoo on the bottom of her sole.”
“You were the one who stepped on me!” You cried back defensively. Charlotte simply laughed.
“No…I don’t think that’s right. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, as usual. I mean, we all know I would NEVER hurt you, right?” Charlotte grinned maliciously. “Or at least, everyone else believes that, and they’ll never believe you.”
Charlotte’s words stung with a hint of truth. Everyone around you bought into Charlotte’s lies, hook, line, and sinker. Biting back your anger, you responded to her. “I’m not being your toy Charlotte. I’m a human being, just like you. And why did you even bring up your home?”
Charlotte’s grin deepened, presenting you with the single scariest image you had ever seen in your entire life. “I SO miss our times apart little cousin of mine. I have no one to play with without you around. As such, I’ve decided that, for your favor, your going to become my little plaything, and I’m going to take you back home with me, where you can spend the rest of your life living for my amusement.”
Your face paled, and your heart skipped a beat. “Charlotte…you…you c-can’t d-do that…”
Charlotte’s twisted face leaned closer. “Can’t I? What are you going to do about Sammy? You little bug…”
The exact second you turned to run, Charlotte’s fist slammed down onto your body, instantly crushing you flat. You mentally screamed and screamed, thrashing your flat body as much as possible. Tears streamed down your face as Charlotte simply picked you up, humming a little song to herself. She walked over to her purse, pulling out a small, tan foundation case from her makeup kit.
After tearing off your clothes with a simple flick of her fingernail, Charlotte popped the cap to the foundation kit and slapped you down into the tan, powdery makeup. With a bit of forcefulness, Charlotte completely flattened you against the foundation, until your own tan body blended in perfectly with the foundation. Smiling, Charlotte snapped the case shut, trapping you inside. The case was far too tight for you to reform.
“See you in about a week Sammy!” Charlotte cheerfully explained, her voice muffled through the glass case. She dropped you back into her makeup kit, which she then deposited into her purse. She then stripped out of her clothes and laid back on your bed, scrolling through social media. Trapped in the case and surrounded in darkness, you broke down into a wave of sobbing depression, the realization that Charlotte had total dominance over your life truly sinking in.
***
A full week passed, and no miracle occurred to save you from this horrible twist of fate you had endured at the hands of your mercilessly sadistic cousin. You remained in the pitch-black purse, firmly trapped in the foundation case for the full week, with no food or water or social interaction to remind you that you were a true human being, and not your cousin’s plaything. Only occasional did you hear Charlotte’s muffled voice, taunting you each night before she went to bed.
Your family quickly realized you had disappeared, but Charlotte had managed to perfectly deflect any suspicion away from herself. She even helped your family search the house top-to-bottom for you. Of course, she volunteered to search her own belongings, and obviously pretended not to find you, thus presenting the lie that you weren’t anywhere near Charlotte or her belongings, which you were.
Your family eventually decided you would turn up eventually, as you always did, though Stacy continued to spend an hour looking for you each day. As you wasted away in the foundation case, so close yet so far, Charlotte and your family enjoyed a week of fun trips to the beach, amusement park, mall, spa, and park. All of your family members (even Stacy, to a degree) had a fun-filled week of relaxation and excitement.
The visit drew to a close, and your extended family members packed up their belongings and prepared to head to the airport and fly home. Charlotte packed up her suitcase, flung her purse over her shoulder, and headed to the front door. Before she walked out, she was stopped by Stacy.
“Charlotte…” Stacy spoke softly, a tear in her eye. “If you find out anything…about Sammy…”
Charlotte smiled warmly, and hugged her cousin tightly. “Don’t worry Stacy. I’ll never stop looking for Sammy. You have my word.”
“Th-thanks…” Stacy said, starting to cry. As sadistic as Charlotte was, she hated seeing the people she loved (save for yourself) sad or hurt. Still, her desire to torment you was greater than her desire to appease her upset cousin, so Charlotte didn’t say a word, leaving your younger sister with her false promises.
The three women drove to the airport, boarded their plane, and enjoyed a simple four-hour flight back to their home on the other side of the United States. Grabbing their luggage from the baggage claim area, they got into their car and spent another twenty minutes driving home. They then took their respective belongings to their rooms to unpack.
Closing and locking her door, Charlotte opened her purse, popped the cap on her foundation case inside of her makeup kit, and used one of her long fingernails to pry your squishy body free. The bright lights and sounds of the real world overwhelmed you at first, but you were overall happy to be free from the case you’d been stuck in for the past week.
Charlotte ran you under some water, cleaning the foundation off of you, then reclined on her bed, dangling you over herself, absentmindedly squeezing you between her fingers.
“That was too easy little cousin. No one suspected a thing.” Charlotte laughed. “I don’t know why I never thought of this earlier. Now you’re mine forever! Of course, that being said, I won’t keep you all to myself. Chloe and my mom deserve their time in the limelight, right? Time to unknowingly crush and torment you, right?”
Charlotte rolled over, now pulling your body into a long string. “I have so many plans for you cousin, and all the time in the world to make them a reality…well, not all the time in the world. I have a few classes tomorrow at college, as does Chloe. And mom has to head back to work at the gym. But…I suppose college and the gym present their own fun potentials, don’t they?”
Charlotte sat up in bed and continued to talk, wrapping your battered body around her wrist like a band. “I’m at a loss of how to start, and honestly, a bit overwhelmed at all of the possibilities! This is so exciting!” Charlotte giggled, peeling you off of her wrist and crumpling you up again.
Your cruel giantess cousin practically squealed, and you balked at just how terrible this seemingly perfect girl was. You supposed she bottled up her sadistic feelings most of the time, and so they all exploded out around you, but that still didn’t justify her actions, especially not kidnapping you and lying to your family.
Still, your fate was currently in her uncaring hands, and you could only hope some sort of chance to escape her and get help from Chloe and Mia would present itself…eventually.
What does Charlotte decide to do with you first?
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