Short Story: The Container (Patreon)

Stella Rosethorne had waited patiently for many months for the package that would change her life forever. It was today on Sunday morning that the door bell rang out.

Stella rushed towards the door, and opened it with excitement. It was then she saw on the ground, a white metal container with a top that was made of clear plastic.

Stella slowly knelt down and carefully picked up the container. She held the little metal object with very little strength as if it was made not of metal but of fragile snow. She brought the small container up to her face and it was then that she bore witness to her prize.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she looked inside the container. She had to squint her eyes to see them, the tiny dwarfs of the little world of the smalls.

"Oh my god." She said with surprise. "I have never seen something so small." Stella began to smile as she looked down at the little people.

Stella seemed to bath in the sense of superiority that she was experiencing. These small tinies wouldn't even be able to challenge even one of her hairs, she could kill several of them with a single finger, with a simple blink of her eyes, a single breath she could blow all of them away with ease.

Stella could fill herself getting wet as such thoughts filled her mind.

she waisting no more time stood up with the container in hand and walked into the house. Stella while fast walking glimpsed down at the tinies she Carried. She saw how they stumbled and fell over each other. Her very movements where causing earthquakes.

"Pathetic."

***

Zak looked up at the gigantic  face of the woman who seemed to have become the very ceiling. He could see her cocky grin, the desire in her eye and it was this desire that sent a chill up her spine.

"What is she going to do?!"

"How did I get here?!"

"Are we going to die?"

"We have to get out of here!"

"How?"

Zac heard the frantic screams of the people that surrounded him. He could care less about escaping, all that seemed to matter was the giant brown eyes that seemed to be looking straight at him.

"She beautiful..." Zac said with a smile.

This was the first time that he had met one of the giant folk, never before did he ever think that someone could be so big, and yet soon Zac's attention was drawn to something more than her size.

"What is she doing?"

***

Stella gently put the down the metal container on her bed. Her cheeks began to turn a bright red as she began to lift up her shirt.

Her breath became more and more ragged. She struggled with her conscious, what she was about to do would kill so many of the little things and yet her desires couldn't be denied.

"Oh I can't resist, you little things are just too cute. I truly hope at least some of you survive."