Kitchen Nightmare

Hearing Samantha talking in the other room makes me feel a little safer. She's close which means that she'll be able to come and get me out of a mess. She may actually be close to make sure I don't run away again.

The kitchen is filled with giggles and laughter. A woman in a black dress and with a white abrin comes walking while talking on her phone. "No! Gods, no. I'd never tell David that I bought a tiny. He'd kill the little guy before I'd get any fun in."

The conversation I'm accidentally over-hearing makes my blood boil. People like this lady piss me off. Owning a human being is slavery, but no one is willing to point that out. I'm sure there are people out there who are willing to stand up this kind of inhuman behavior, but they don't have a leader or a voice.

I watch quietly with sharp eyes as the maid walks around and continues to talk. I wish I could shut my ears, but that's not possible.

"The guy does an amazing job massaging my feet. He cowers in fear when he thinks he can talk back to me. It's a thrill to feel so powerful." The maid giggles. I'd love to punch her right the face for talking like that.

Gods, I wish Samantha could come back and take me away or maybe I can convince her to fire this piece of trash. No one should ever have to live in fear.

Then a sickening feeling forms in my gut. A sharp and disturbing gaze is on me and I already know who it is. The maid who was talking to her friend has abruptly hung up on her friend.

"Well hello there." The woman's voice is skin crawling as she speaks in a sweet tone. "What's a little lady like you doing out here all by yourself."

I turn to her, an annoyed frown on my face and anger in my eyes. "Fuck off."

The bright red lipstick on her face curls up in a cat-like grin and it's sick. "Someone has a serious tone with their superiors. I could break that in no time."

I feel bad for the guy that has to deal with this piece of trash. The black hair on her head looks more oily than grease in a McDonald's fryer and the eyes. Gods, don't even get me started. They look like they caved in on the clown covered face.

I roll my eyes and don't give her any more attention. She looks like the one who craves it. "Sure, sure. Whatever." I say waving the giantess off.

A heavy hand slams on the counter. I know she'd do that. All giants do that when they get annoyed or angered with their tinies. It's to show power, it intimidates those weaker than you.

"You better show some respect or you'll be a little red stain under my shoe!" The giant maid growls.

A loud yawn rips through the air. "Oh, what? I can't hear you over me not caring!"

Seeing that face grow red with anger puts a smile on mine.  Oh, that's so satisfying! Pissing off a giant is always a win on my book.

"Why you little rat!" The woman yells. She reaches across the counter and snatched me off the counter.

Maybe boasting after winning is more of a lose.

I'm face to face with the devil's eyes. "You are worth as much as your price tag! Maybe even less!" The maid squeezes me.

"Yeah... so what?" I growl back.

She presses a thumb over my chest and wicked smile plasters her face. "Your heart is racing. I love it."

My heart is pumping like an engine pumps gas. Is it out of fear or out of anger? I don't know.

"What!" She jerks her hand back then forth close to giving me whiplash. "Not so tough now are you?"

I think I've figured why my heart is racing now. I'm pissed! "You're not strong! You just use your size to break people down and build them up the way you want them!"

"I was gifted with my size. You and your kind are nothing but rats!" She hisses.

I spit in her eye.

At first, I didn't think my actions through, but whoever does when they're pissed beyond belief. Guess I'll have to start learning that.

The maid wipes the spit from her eye and simply smiles. Next thing I know a fingernail connects my face and metallic red liquid gush from my nose. I cough.

"It's a shame you'll never live up to your full potential. You could have worshipped a goddess like me." The sick and insane woman explains gesturing to herself.

Out of pure reaction, I flip her off with a proud smile on my face.

She sheaths through her teeth and squeezes harder. I can barely breathe. "I'm going to-"

"What do you think you're doing!?" Samantha barks across the kitchen. The sudden outburst causes the maid to freeze up.

"Miss Gains!" The maid yelps, dropping me on the counter. "I-I didn't know you were here!"

Samantha sees the maid drop me, but keeps her cool. "Where would I be Veronica? Dad doesn't take me to any of his business trips."

"I-I..." The maid stumbles over her words.

Samantha waves her away. "Get out of my sight." The maid scrambles away but she's stopped when Samantha speaks up again. "And  if I ever catch you touching my friend again, I'll fire you on the spot."

The threatening voice coming out of Samantha's mouth is part chilling and part satisfying. I love it so much. I never knew Samantha could be so demanding or scary.

"Y-Yes ma'am." Veronica stutters, running off.

I wipe the blood from my nose, glad that that is all over. A few seconds pass and I'm scooped up again. Samantha presses me against her chest. My face flushed a little.

"Gods, are you okay?" Panic drips from the girl's mouth. "I'm so stupid! How could I just leave you here out in the open."

She treats me like I'm a defenseless newborn pup. I won't say anything and just let her ramble on. I owe her one at least for saving me.

She strokes my back tenderly as she tries to calm herself down. Samantha presses me deeper against her bust. I think I'm going to suffocate.

"Okay, Samantha," I grunt trying to push her away from me. "That's enough."

She lets go of the pressure and I sit in her cupped hands. "You didn't get hurt did you, Caesar?"

I shake my head. "Nah, just a nose bleed is all."

She pulls me closer to inspect my nose. I don't know if she can actually see the wound, but if it makes her feel better then I don't care. It starts to get annoying real quick though.

"Okay, stop, stop, stop." I protest as she continues to take a closer look.

I didn't realize how close she was until we looked at each other in the eyes. It seems like forever before Samantha and I finally look away, a faint blush on both of our faces. We don't acknowledge the eye staring at all.

Samantha clears her throat. "Julie will be here shortly. Is there anything you want to do today?"

I realize she's talking to me and I quickly speak up. "No."

"Are you sure? We can go where you'd like to."

Samantha tries her hardest to convince me to do something other than sit in the house all day. I'd much rather do that than anything else.

"Come on, Caesar! There has to be something that you'd want to do." Samantha pleads. "Name it and we'll do it."

She gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen. Not even a child could make me feel guilty, but this torture.

I bite my lip and drop my arms. "Fine. I'll think of something to do."

Samantha seems more excited then I am and pumps her fist, whispering yes.

"But I need something to eat first." I pipe before Samantha decides to run off. "My stomach is killing me."

Samantha rubs the back of her head sheepishly. "Oh, I almost forgot. Julie!"

An older woman in her early sixties maybe comes out of nowhere with a large plate full of breakfast items. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausage, and so on. It looks nice and fresh, but how did she make if I didn't see her come in the kitchen at all?

Samantha holds out a hand towards the old woman who is wearing the same outfit as that she-devil Veronica. "Caesar, Julie. Julie, Caesar, our new permanent guest."

The woman says nothing, but she smiles and sets down the tray of food for us to eat. She bows and leaves the room.

"I don't know how I feel about her," I say after a moment of silence.

Samantha shrugs off the comment and throws in her own feelings about the woman. "Julie's a very nice lady who does all of her work right. She also makes grade A breakfast foods. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried it yet."

Samantha smiles and sets me down gently on the counter, a counter that's barely over her waist. "Welp, you better get to eating, cause there's lots of food and little time!"

I look at the brunette giantess both shocked and outraged. "There's no way in hell I can eat all of that in one sitting."

"You're not the only one who's going to be eating," Samantha responds. "This is brunch for me."

She takes a seat, plucks a fork off the shiny dish and begins to dig in without a second thought.

"Hey! Don't eat all the bacon!" I cry out, dashing over to the teenager.

So far today has been a mess, but I think it's going to get better. I just have this feeling.