You turned to look up at the black-haired pale woman now holding you. "Uh, hey! As Jenna said, my name--"
"Is Matt. I got it." Reagan rolled her eyes and clenched her fist a little tightly around you. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to uncomfortably squish you as she headed off towards the factory using. You would've preferred Reagan to not be so rough with you, but she was a stranger at the end of the day, and you didn't want to judge her too harshly. Yet.
Entering the factory, your eyes widened at the sight of it all. This was your first time inside the factory floor, and it was immense. Everywhere you looked there were crisscrossing conveyor belts, mechanical lifts and presses, and intricate piping. Metric tons of Tinex rumbled down the moving paths, before entering sorting machines where completed automated articulated arms grabbed and molded the fabric into every type of clothing imaginable. Pipes then sprayed color dyes and Full Length, and the finished products were dumped into bins to be inspected by some of the factory employees before put back onto a belt to be automatically packed and dumped into a shipping truck.
It was impressive, pretty amazing, and a little bit scary.
Reagan headed towards an isolated area of the factory, and then unfurled her grip on you and held you up. After you took a second to reform, you smiled at her.
"Thanks, Reagan! I can take it from--"
"So, what should I do with you? Any preferences?" Reagan asked bluntly, ignoring you.
You frowned. "Uh...what?"
Reagan huffed a laugh. "What should I do to dispose of you, dipshit?" Her eyes narrowed. "God, you fuckers are disgusting to look at. Like people, but so wrong!"
Your eyes widened. "Wait...what?"
"Oh my god." Reagan heaved a sigh. "I'm the one ruining things for tinies in this hellhole, asshat. Congrats, you found me." Reagan sneered. "And your bitch of a sister doesn't have a clue. All I have to do is play the 'tired' and 'monotone' card and she doesn't bat an eye. Actually, I think she's thinking that Claudia is the traitor, which is fucking hilarious because that girl would die for tiny rights! But, I guess I did slip that CTC receipt into her locker and she got too flustered to properly defend herself."
You turned to bolt, and Reagan's fingers clenched together and mashed you into a blob.
"Oh, no, no, little buggy brother." Reagan hissed. "I only ranted because I'm fucking exhausted of playing the nice girl. You think I'd let you live free now? Nah, I'm having my fun with you because that's all you disgusting ants are worth." She smiled again, with a hint of malice. "So, I ask again, what would you like me to do with you? You're important after all, and might be a pretty big tipping point in this factory getting shut down for good, which is essentially what the CTC is paying me for in the first place."
Your eyes bulged as Reagan's grip tightened, the girls sadistic depths on full display. And yet you could do nothing to squirm away.
Reagan grinned maliciously. "Fine, I'll decide for you." She scanned the factory floor. "Hmm...how about we try this!"
1) Reagan throws you onto the 'Lingerie' factory line right as a mechanical hand comes down to grab you and turn you into your new bra form!
2) Reagan tosses you onto the 'Gym Equipment' factory line, and you end up grabbed by a mechanical hand that begins crushing and distorting you into a yoga mat!
3) Reagan drops you onto the 'Shoes and Accessories' factory line, and you and an identically tan piece of Tinex are picked up and molded into a matching set of insoles!
4) Reagan decides to give you the special treatment. She molds you into a simple tan thong and takes you to the special room where Just Jacobs hires a few famous supermodels to wear products and take photos for the brand's online store catalogue. She sneaks you into the pile of the daily try-ons, and immediately after the oblivious models arrive to get to work!
5) *Writer's Choice*
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