Madame Marissa - Swept up and dumped in the kitchen trash

Madame Marissa - Swept up and dumped in the kitchen trash

Inexplicably drawn to the minuscule creature at her feet, Madame Marissa knelt down to investigate further. Suddenly realizing that it was a tiny man crouched on her floor, she scowled in frustration and confusion. "How did you get in here?" she growled, towering over him in her voluminous robe.

As if responding to a silent cue, the other end of the robe parted ever so slightly, giving a glimpse of what lay beneath. An impossibly lush expanse of smooth skin that went on for what seemed like miles. You tried not to panic as more and more flesh was revealed before your eyes, your gaze inexorably drawn upward like a moth to flame.

Slowly rising back up to her full height, Madame Marissa reached down and lifted you up by your shirt collar with ease. She studied you intently for a moment before finally speaking again. "You realize that I didn't see you at all, don't you?" she said, her voice dangerously soft. "I honestly have no idea you were there."

A chill ran down your spine at her words. You knew all too well that this was not a good sign. Madame Marissa tossed you casually over her shoulder as if you weighed nothing, continuing her cleaning around you as if you weren't even there. The occasional dust mite would scurry across your view, making your heart race even faster as you realized just how insignificant you truly were in comparison to the giantess looming over you.

As Madame Marissa continued her chores, you could feel yourself beginning to sink deeper and deeper into despair. It was evident that she had no intention of noticing or helping you in any way. Each time she went to sweep something up with a broom or mop, she would easily gather both the cleaning supplies and whatever trash was lying around - including yourself.

Desperately trying to find some way out of this dire situation, all you could do was watch in horror as more and more items were being added to this makeshift garbage pile containing yourself. Pieces of clothing, empty food wrappers, discarded tissues, all of it descending upon you until finally there were no more options left. You waited with bated breath as the inevitable happened: Madame Marissa tied the trash bag securely around the opening and swiftly carried it out towards the front door.

Your last hope fading fast, you could only stare in terror as the colossal figure of the giantess grew smaller and smaller in the distance until finally disappearing altogether behind a doorway leading outside. The thud of the trash bin lid being lifted and closed echoed in your ears along with a faint rumbling sound growing steadily louder. A shiver ran down your spine at the realization of what might come next: being crushed along with everything else in that trash can by the massive garbage truck that was quickly approaching...