The blonde lifts you effortlessly, and begins to sift keys in her fingers, looking for the one to open her front door.
When she spots you, her glazed expression doesn't change.
"Oh, it's you," is all that she says.
You are snatched away with her other hand, held clenched in a fist so that you are smothered with sweat and skin. You don't know how long this continues, as all outside sensations are dulled by the soft pressure of her grasp, but it's not as unpleasant as it could be.
Then you are released, and cast across the air to land unceremoniously on a soft surface. A rudimentary inspection reveals that nothing is broken, and a glance around reveals that you are sitting on an immense sofa, in what looks to be the common room of a student house; that screen can only be a TV.
You look over your shoulder to see the departing form of the giantess as she leaves the room. Does she really care that little about you that she dumps you here the first chance she gets? Or is she going to get something to help you?
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