Near Fugitive

My heart was pounding, urging me forward creeping through the home, inching along the wall as delicately as possible. The Air Con kicked on, shifting the leaves on the potted plants by the window. Shadows scraping along the floor boards clawing at my feet, Fingernails slicing into my palms as I shimmied into the corner. 

Spots flickered through my vision, knee’s buckling as I sprung from the baseboard. Sprinting as fast as possible, I passed the living room and moved deep into the kitchen. Dark tunnels swallowed my vision, the focal point flaring into a brilliant and crystal sharp relief sweeping back and forth along the south wall. 

A dull and heavy thud caused me to snap my neck backwards so fast I wince. A searing heat radiating up my neck and down my spine as a deep shadow spread along the wall from the living room. 

“Oh—Ivy…” That sickening voice called, filling the kitchen, boxing me in as the horrid woman approached the distant doorways. 

“Beeeannns!” I whisper through clenched teeth, the word almost felt like it was coming from somewhere other than my own throat. I want to say something else, but the weeks of 'training' are clearly having an effect.

Freezing in place, stamping one foot upon the floor. “I’m not a baby…” I grumble, cursing both Millie and Nicole. Scrambling, I moved to the exterior wall. Pawing and scratching at the wall as I felt blindly for my salvation, despite the bright sun streaming through the windows and sidelights of the door. 

Eventually, my fingers broke upon the jamb, and my heart leapt into my throat, bubbles bursting at the back of my mouth as I broke into a wide grin. Splitting my vision between the hall and the door, I made my way towards the handle. Heart sinking to my feet as my green eyes locked on it, my neck craning upwards. Squatting low, I spring up, slapping the panel of the door multiple times but the handle lifts higher as I crash back to the floor with a pathetic whine. 

“Ivana Djuric… I hope my little lady isn’t getting into any Mischief.” Millie sang, forcing my lips to coil towards the floor. Whimpering, I tried again. Leaping for a handle well out of reach. Collapsing to the floor, I slapped the floorboards pathetically. “Aww… there she is.” 

Twisting round, I could see her standing by the dishwasher. Lean frame draped in fine white linen, nearly three times my current size. Her cheeks rising sadistically as she bent forward, resting her weight on her knees. “Is widdle Ivy having fun?”

Leaping to my feet, I feel rage boiling out of my mouth as I stomp across the floor. “No! No I’m not, Millie. I have to get out of here!”

Tilting her head with a patronizing pout, Millie clucked her tongue. “Aww, what a cutie. I don’t think that’s wise sweetie. Not only would Nicole be mad, where’s a little thing like you going to go?” 

“I’m Not LITTLE! I squeal, stamping my feet against the carpet. Millie’s humiliating giggles are booming in my tiny ears, my fists trembling beside my hips. 

Millie lifted her hands, so quickly, I flinch. Wincing as the titanic woman leans back in thunderous laughter. Each noise striking me like a fist, denting my body inward like a tin can. Eventually, Millie wiped her eyes. Sniffling as she again leaned against her knees. “Oh Ivy…look at you.” The phrase sank into me like a knife, my tiny knees clattering together. “Now, lets forget all about this tantrum of yours, and head back to the living room. Nicole will be home soon, maybe she’s bringing you a present!” Clapping her hands against her knees, Millie beamed down at me. The smile was warm, withering. I almost felt myself getting smaller again. Turning my head, folding my arms across my chest. Trying to ignore the thick and coarse fabric brushing against my skin. “Suit yourself squirt.” Millie said, a shadow washing over my body. Before I can react, Millie is scooping me from the floor. My entire body nearly enveloped in hers, cradled in the crook of her elbow. 

As gravity drags my right foot to the floor, I steal a glance down to where I had stood. It seemed so far away, and I could see the garden beyond the door. Everything looked bright and green, and huge. “Not like you have a choice here anyway.” Millie purred, her finger brushed against my stomach. It sank into my skin, heavy enough to make it hard to breathe. Squirming in her arm, I watched the world wheel away as Millie turned and made her way back to the living room. Lifting my fist, I went to strike the massive breast pressed against my face. From above, at the last second, a glint from Millie’s brown eyes redirected the blow. Growling as Millie repositioned me, sinking me deeper against her surprising chest, escape seemed truly, truly impossible. 

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First time trailing a new technique here; combining renders output from DAZ and 2D photographs!