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Spite. Through the years, it had become a handy excuse for many of Sasha’s victims who desperately tried to rationalize their fates. It was easier to paint their tormentor as a vengeful pink-haired god than to come to terms with the fact their lives had ended to meagerly satisfy a stranger’s boredom.

As Sasha toyed with the puny form of the trembling woman in her hand, she tried to remember the last time she had used her abilities in anger. She didn’t even know who he was - only what he had done. The little thing had crawled as fast as it could, glancing behind every few steps. Despite its best efforts and the adrenaline pumping through its veins, it wasn’t able to escape. For every hundred steps it took, the pink-haired titaness only had to take one. Without regard for its comfort or safety, Sasha had snatched it up and thrown it in her jacket’s pocket. Its scattered belongings were of no consequences and would add to the mystery surrounding its disappearance.

Back home, Sasha had sadistically toyed with her latest prey. She had poked, proded and flicked every part of the shrunken man’s body till it was left a crying mess, trapped between the stained bars of an old chastity cage. It was cold and perfectly executed vengeance. The bruises and broken bones were given with pinpoint accuracy. They matched the ones it had inflicted on Sasha’s friend - the last it would ever inflict on anyone.

“An entire year…” Sasha thought to herself with a disgusted look on her face as her fingers continued to toy with the tiny woman in her palm. A year had passed since she had shrunk Victoria’s ex-boyfriend and handed it to her. For all she knew, the little thing was still alive, probably begging for the sweet release of death every minute it got to breathe. “If it even gets to breathe that much…” the thought drew a smirk on Sasha’s lips.

A whimper from the puny woman interrupted Sasha’s reverie. Turning her attention down to the tiny blonde, Sasha lightly flicked her pretty face with the back of her thumb. The shrunken woman cried weakly as the force of the hit sent a buzzing pain through her skull.

“I told you to shut up, Jane.” Sasha spoke in a tone so cold the tiny woman felt her skin shiver in fear. Despite the pain and terror she felt, Jane didn’t cry, too afraid to give her captor another excuse to hit her. “That’s what you said your name was, didn’t you?” Sasha continued, this time more gently. Her thumb rubbed delicately against the tiny woman’s thigh, startling her. Fear gripped Jane’s vocal chords as she tried to answer the question. “Didn’t you?” Sasha repeated, this time more coldly as her thumb pressed harder on her victim’s legs.

“I did!” Jane finally managed to say as the growing pain forced the words out of her mouth. A tear rolled down her cheek as she wondered how the last hour could have gone so wrong for her. The pressure dangerously bending her femur bones slowly released before being replaced by a relieving rub once again. Jane hated how good Sasha’s touch felt. The same touch that had almost crushed her leg a second ago. The silence that accompanied Sasha’s piercing gaze filled the shrunken woman with sickening anxiety. She could hear her own heart beat too fast, the sound of lips kissing against her tormentor’s feet far behind her as well as the heavy breathing of the sleeping woman by her lap.

“I’m glad you’ve finally calmed down enough for us to talk, Jane.” Sasha spoke, the sultriness in her voice easy to confuse for warmth. Jane wanted to answer that she wasn’t calm or glad. She wanted to explode in the titaness’ face and make her pay for everything she had done. But Jane stayed still and silent.

“So, who was your friend?” Sasha continued, enjoying the range of emotions mixing on her plaything’s pretty face. Confusion stayed on Jane’s face longer as her fear-fueled brain processed Sasha’s booming words. “Or was it a family member? A brother or a sister? A cousin maybe?” Sasha continued to inquire. Jane looked up in fearful awe.

“How could she know?” the shrunken woman thought to herself as she tried to think of something she might have said or done that betrayed her intentions. Sasha could practically see Jane’s thoughts brawl behind her eyes.

“Let me save you time, I don’t read minds.” Sasha spoke with amusement. “I do change people’s size though. Some people who want it…” Sasha’s attention turned towards the one foot tall woman passionately kissing her feet. “And some people who don’t…” Sasha turned her attention back towards Jane. “Tell me, little one. Do you think your friend wanted it? Do you think she’d even have wanted you to go through all this trouble? To find some kind of justice where none was ever needed?” Sasha said inquisitively, piercing through Jane’s guard with her carefully chosen words.

“She’d never have wanted this!” Jane finally exploded, her tiny voice barely carrying to the titaness’ ears. Sasha’s smile couldn’t disguise the contempt she felt towards the tiny woman’s assurance.

“Or maybe you weren’t as close as you thought you were, Jane…” Sasha continued, her mocking accusatory tone cutting like a sharp knife through Jane’s ego. The shrunken woman started to struggle again but was immediately stopped with another painful flick of a thumb.

Sasha looked at the puny woman wriggling in her palm, an air of slight disgust painted on her face. The dumb thing wasn’t even realizing she was getting played. She spoke as if Sasha knew who her precious friend was. As if it mattered. As if it changed anything…

They say vengeance is a fool's errand. Considering Jane's position, they might be right!

This is the first part of a new story featuring Sasha, as she's put face to face with the impact her actions have on the people she leaves in her wake. How will it end for Jane? Time will tell...

As always, I hope you enjoy this new piece! :)