Happy Gotcha Day

Something a bit more typical for you all. <3

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The memory of watching Iva’s green eyes warp as the satin pouch was yanked downward will be burned into my brain for years, tiny hands smearing against the transparent walls containing her. Even through the gently sloping neck of the jar, I could feel the blade of realization slicing through her. Light glinting off of the gold accents to her teal set of lingerie. 

“Hiya Ivy! Welcome home.” Smiling, I let my fingernails drum along the base of her prison. Through the glass, Iva was squealing and screeching, but no sound even vibrated through the material. Pursing my lips and arching an eyebrow, I rubbed the still sealed lid of the jar. For the first time, I began scrutinizing the smooth steel surface. There were no holes drilled through the material, a thin bead of some sort of wax ran along the rim of the lid, sealing it tight. “That’s funny, I paid extra for shipping, but it’s been nearly a week… and you’re still in pristine condition…”

Iva began pounding on the walls, tiny fingertips splaying out and leaving near imperceptible streaks on the glass. Stooping, I plucked a card from the shipping crate. Turning it over in my hand, I read the little text therein. 

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Dear Nicole, 

Your product has been prepared as you requested. Please note, the enchantment will last for the duration of her journey, but once the enchanted bag is removed, you have about twenty minutes before she’ll need fresh air and water.

-Khasi

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Grinning, I let the card flop back down to the table. “Oooh, she is clever. I wonder, were you awake the whole time?” I coo, gripping the lid tight. Twisting gently, I see the waxy material sealing the lid crack and break. The metal cap scraping in a circle, gently sliding up on the threaded glass. Slowly, Iva’s protests become audible, weight returning to the light material and shifting as she struggled within. “Well, let’s get you settled.”

The lid slipped free and Iva shot to her feet. Throwing her whole weight into a shove, she forces the lid away, my hand yielding more from surprise than her little effort. “Nicole you whore! How could you!”

Blinking, I felt my heart sinking to the floor. “Language! Goodness, we’ve talked about a link up for years.” 

“Not like this!” She shrieked, slapping the neck of her jar. “Who…how..why! I can’t believe you!”

Tilting my head to the side, I coo at her. “Aww, what are you salty about. This is a dream come true for you!”

“Are you serious!” She hissed, folding her arms beneath her tiny, extremely modest bust. “I have a life you know! I was going on a trip soon!”

“Seems like you just did, cutie.” I grin, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the crown of her shrunken head. “All expenses paid.”

Iva slapped at my face, her blows landing like dull thuds. More like a cat playfighting than proper attacks. “Don’t you dare. Undo this. NOW!” 

“Iva Djuric!” I shout, my lips coiling into a snarl. “I’ve been patient with you so far, but I’ve waited long enough for this moment.”

Iva curled up, retreating partially into the jar before returning to her tiny, tiny feet. “Nicole! This isn’t funny! You have to fix me!”

“Indeed I do.” I growl, setting Iva’s prison on the kitchen tabletop. “You’re proving to be a handful kitten. Let’s get one thing straight, you don’t get a say anymore.” I reach out, flicking the edge of the jar with my index finger. “You belong to me now.”

“Wha—what are you saying?”

Grinning, I point to the satin pouch laying beside her. Whatever magicks that powered it are fading, an ethereal glow dissipating into an average simple royal blue bag. “Unlike your captions, I don’t actually have magic. I couldn’t undo this even if I wanted too. Second, I paid good money to bring you up here, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.” 

Iva’s face fell, pale skin slipped to translucency, her knuckles blanching along with it. Her tiny frame barely reached my stomach, and as she fell back to her bum within the jar, I could feel my pulse surging in my veins. “Am I Understood?”