“So, how was your day? It was rough for a first day, wasn’t it?”

The question from Saeko hung in the air as the sounds of her putting pen to paper echoed through the dimly lit room, while your tiny form stood there on her writing desk. Given that she had only just taken you out from the depths of her desk drawer (where all her other tiny captives were), your situation was a lot to take in.

“Respond. Answer when I ask a question. Or are you not listening?”

Saeko frowned darkly upon receiving no reply from you, her giant fingers drumming on the desk impatiently, each digit easily bigger than your body. The size difference between the two of you is terrifying, and you’d already seen what happens to the tiny people in Saeko’s possession that disappoint her.

“If you won’t say anything, I don’t need you anymore.”