Beth's New Property - Beth Bennett
Beth's heart raced as she stepped into her new home. The real estate agent had been so persuasive, convincing her that this house was perfect. Little did she know, there was one more surprise waiting for her. As she walked into the kitchen, her eyes landed on something that made her pause. There, tucked away in a cupboard, was a tiny man.
Beth couldn't believe her eyes. She knew this wasn't real, but there he was—a tiny adult man. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed with curiosity. This was definitely going to be an interesting addition to her new life. Approaching the cupboard slowly, she reached in and pulled him out. He was trembling, looking up at her with fear-filled eyes.
"Hello there," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm Beth. Wherever you came from, you're mine now."
The tiny man didn't respond, still shaking in her hands. She could tell he was scared and confused, but she needed him to understand his new reality. She crouched down, trying to get on his level. "You're going to be my toy," she explained gently. "You're just a plaything for me now. I don't know anything about your previous life, but it doesn't matter anymore."
Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. This was it. He was no longer his own person. He belonged to Beth now. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what she was saying. It wasn't fair—he had a life before this! But it was too late. Beth was already standing up, towering over him.
"I'm going to take good care of you," she promised, her voice softening. "You'll have fun with me, and when I don't need you, I'll put you away. Your purpose is to entertain me whenever I feel like it."
The tiny man nodded, still unable to believe what was happening. As Beth stood up, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power wash over her. She was in control now. And she had a new plaything to keep herself entertained.
Later that day, Beth found herself calling the real estate agent who had sold her the house. She needed to know what had happened to the woman who had come with the little man. "So," she asked casually, "what happened to that stupid wife of yours who came with the tiny man?"
Danielle smirked on the other end of the line. "Oh, she's gone," she replied. "But I have an idea. Why don't you keep him hidden somewhere in the house, and whenever you feel like it, you can bring him out to play?"
Beth couldn't help but grin at the thought. It seemed like her new friend was just as twisted as she was. The possibilities were endless. And now, with a tiny man of her own, Beth was ready to explore her newfound power and dominance over him.
