#ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN DHFHWH

[specksizedgoddess]

When I said I would "show you off to my friends," maybe you thought it would be simple; it's not everyday I see a bug-sized person, after all. We could have a little chat! Who knows, we could all hit it off, you might even make some new friends! ...what, is that so naïve?

I know, I know. More likely, you had the glimmer of hope that we would pass you around and use you until there was nothing left but an Eve-ish splatter on a lucky someone's ass, or inside their holes or between their teeth. That would be a fun game for all of us. We'd get to enjoy you, and there's so many ways that big bodies can pop little bodies. I'm sure you'd get off to it before we broke you. Freak.

There will be none of that. Instead I have a pincushion and a nice foam bed for you to relax on. I am going to pin you down, literally, and display you the way that insects are displayed. That's how I'll show you off. You will not be touched by anyone or anything but sharp, cold metal. Go on and get into position. It's better for you in the long run, I promise. This way, you'll have the honor of being on display! That, and if you try to flee, I promise I will do much, much worse.

The needle is, what, four, five, six times your height and impossibly narrow. How easily I position it over your soft flesh, push it down through you, splitting, shredding, splattering everything it touches. Your tiny body offers no resistance. Hardly a twitch of my finger to get it done. You, on the other hand, are stuck in place, left to fight for consciousness through the cold, ripping pain. Why are you squirming? Are you trying to free yourself? I suppose I should pin your arms and legs, too.

Die slow, love. You're our little exhibit now.

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AHDHSHFHDHFHD OOOH MY DHAHDHS HHI HAHSGS IM. HSHDHD MHMM <333333333

SHDH THANK YOU <33

Moaning as you coo over me, telling me how you'll show me off to your friends... admittedly, all those fantasies and more and rushing through my head, blushing as I nod eagerly, so easily scooped up in your hands and led to the foam bed...

Whimpering slightly as you tell me exactly what will happen, the sharp, cold words cutting into me as I nod and moan, barely able to stammer out an apology- face getting even redder as I see the gleam of the needle, glistening with the light... sharp and pointed right at me.

I dont fight exactly- a sort of squirm, in a mix of anxiety and exitement, trying to steady myself as it descends... nodding as you tell me what will happen, exited to be treated like any other bug~

In a flash, a needle jammed theough me easily- cold metal burning against my insides as I scream in a horrid mix of pleasure and pain~ lips trembling as I mouth something unrecognizable about bugs... blood every so gently drippig as you lift me up...

Giving a weak nod as you tell me to die slowly. I can be good entertainment. I can be an exhibit. I can be good. My squirming is just an attempt to find comfort, though by the enthusiastic moans, I'm practically begging to be pierced through my limbs so I dont move so much...

Your little specimin <3