A Tiny Taste of Power
Violet's Unexpected Discovery
Sitting at the table with a plate of eggs and toast, Violet couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She took a sip of orange juice and noticed a strange sensation in her mouth, like there was something small and hard hiding between her tongue and teeth. Intrigued, she probed gently with her tongue, trying to identify the object. As she moved it around, she realized it was small and hard indeed—but certainly not something she had expected to find in her mouth.
With mounting curiosity, Violet stood up from the table and made her way to the bathroom mirror. She opened her mouth wide, revealing a tiny figure clinging to her tongue. It was a man, no bigger than her thumb, dressed in ragged clothes that hung off his frail frame. His eyes were wide with terror as he struggled to maintain his grip on her tongue, his body trembling with fear.
Violet blinked in surprise. How on earth had this man ended up in her mouth? She remembered feeling something strange while eating last night, like she'd bitten into a bug or something, but she had never imagined a person could fit down her throat. As she stared at the tiny figure before her, she felt a strange mix of revulsion and fascination.
Slowly, she reached into her mouth with a trembling hand, careful not to harm the tiny man. With a gentle tug, she pulled him free from her tongue and held him up for a closer inspection. His face was etched with fear and desperation, his eyes pleading with her to understand.
"How did you get here?" she asked, her voice soft with surprise. The man shook his head, his eyes darting around wildly. Violet frowned, confused. "You mean, you don't know how you ended up in my mouth?" She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Well, that's quite a predicament you're in, isn't it?"
At that moment, Violet realized the power she held over this tiny man. She was the one who could decide his fate—whether he lived or died. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she found herself strangely aroused by the thought of wielding such power over another human being.
She studied the tiny man for a moment more, taking in his ragged appearance and trembling form. He looked so vulnerable, so small and insignificant. And yet, he held the power to change her life in ways she couldn't even imagine.
With a deep breath, Violet made her decision. She would give the little man a chance—a chance to prove himself, to show her that he was worth saving. After all, it was only fair. He had survived her acidic saliva and brutal gag reflexes, and now it was time for him to face her in a fair fight.
Stepping closer to the mirror, Violet met the terrified gaze of the tiny man. "Alright, little fella," she said, her voice low and threatening. "Let's see what you're made of."
