It's the Thought that Counts - Charley Atwell & Brianna Olivia
Charley Atwell sipped her coffee, her eyes fixed on the door that led to Brianna's room. She knew her friend had brought home a couple of tiny tourists and was intrigued by their intentions. Brianna had acted generous and kind towards them, offering them a place to sneak into any place they'd like to visit. It was all an act, of course. Brianna had ulterior motives for her generosity.
As she waited for Brianna to pass by, Charley couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She knew exactly what Brianna was up to. Those tiny tourists didn't stand a chance against her friend's devious plans. Charley shook her head, amused by the entire situation.
"Hey, Brianna," she called out as her friend walked by. "You do know those tiny tourists don't really want to be your slaves, don't you?"
Brianna paused and turned around, a hint of annoyance on her face. "Yes, I know," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm just playing along for now. But don't worry, I won't let them get too close."
Charley nodded, unconvinced. She could see the glimmer of mischief in Brianna's eyes, and she knew her friend wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation.
Later that night, as Brianna left for an unexpected trip, Charley couldn't resist the temptation. She silently crept into Brianna's room and opened the drawer where the tiny tourists were hiding. One of them, a tiny girl, peeked out from the darkness, her eyes wide with fear.
"Hey there, little one," Charley whispered, her finger gently tracing the girl's trembling body. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
The tiny girl shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Her boyfriend, still trapped inside the drawer, cried out in protest. But it was too late. Charley had already made up her mind. She reached into the drawer and carefully picked up the tiny girl, her fingers tracing the contours of the girl's delicate body.
"See, I told you I wouldn't hurt you," she whispered, her warm breath caressing the girl's skin. "I just want to take you with me, that's all."
The tiny girl trembled in her grasp, her eyes pleading with Charley not to harm her. But Charley was unmoved. She had always wanted a living tiny as an accessory, and this was a perfect opportunity to make her dream come true.
With a swift motion, Charley slipped the tiny girl into her necklace, where she could admire her new acquisition in the light. She took a few selfies, posing with the tiny girl hanging between her breasts. The feeling of power coursed through her veins as she admired her new pet.
Later that night, Brianna returned home, her face flushed with anger. She had forgotten her wallet and was in a foul mood. But when she saw the drawer left open, she knew something was wrong.
"Charley!" she shouted, storming into the room. "What have you done?"
Charley looked up from her phone, a smug grin on her face. "Well, I promised not to touch your tinies, didn't I?" she said, her voice full of innocence. "I just couldn't resist the temptation."
Brianna glared at her friend, anger bubbling up inside her. "Give her back," she growled, pointing at the tiny girl still hanging from Charley's neck.
Charley shook her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Make me," she challenged, stepping closer to Brianna.
For a moment, it seemed like they were about to come to blows. But then, something caught Brianna's eye. She squatted down to take a closer look, her heart sinking as she realized what had happened.
"Oh no," she whispered, her voice full of despair. The tiny boy was lying on the floor, his body broken and bruised.
Charley stepped forward, her fingers brushing against Brianna's arm. "Looks like you're going to need a new pet," she said, her voice low and threatening.
Brianna looked up at her friend, her eyes wide with horror. She knew she had underestimated Charley's cruelty. But she also knew that she couldn't let this go unpunished.
"Fine," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "You win. But next time, you'll have to try harder. I'm leaving the other tiny inside the drawer for you."
Charley grinned, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Deal," she said, extending her hand to shake on it.
As they walked away from the drawer, the tiny boy lay motionless on the floor, his body broken and battered. The thought of being eaten alive by his captors was too much to bear. Little did he know that his nightmare was just beginning.
