I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the silence... until I remembered you. Trapped inside that small box, exactly where I left you. The entire night. I heard everything. Every noise, every desperate attempt to get attention, that tiny high-pitched voice echoing while you struggled in there. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?

So I decided... today, you would get what you deserve.

I slowly get up and walk toward the box, pausing for a moment, imagining how you must be inside. Scared. Exhausted. Too small to do anything except wait. When I finally open it, my eyes meet you... so tiny I can barely even hold you properly.

Just look at your size... it’s almost ridiculous.

You spent the whole night bothering me, and now you’re going to pay for it. There’s no choice. Nowhere to run. I place you right next to my flip-flop, just so you understand your place. That’s what you are now... someone who serves. Nothing more than that.

I watch you closely, studying every reaction. The embarrassment, the fear... it’s all so clear. And still, you stay there, waiting for instructions. Because deep down, you know. This is what you’re here for.

I start slowly, making you work, enjoying every second of your struggle, the absurd effort something so simple becomes for someone your size. For you, everything is enormous. Every detail. Every movement I make feels overwhelming.

And I make sure you feel that.

I move you from place to place, increasing the difficulty, watching you adapt, panic, and try to keep up. For me, it’s natural. For you... it’s crushing. Every part feels like an impossible task, like you’re facing something far beyond your limits.

You’re so small that everything around me becomes gigantic to you.

And still, I continue. No rush. Taking my time. Testing your limits. Because you have no choice but to obey.

I provoke you, observe you, enjoy your reactions. The way you hesitate, the way you get scared... it only proves how insignificant you are here.

And in the end, when you’re c*mpletely drained, with no energy left, no resistance... I look at you one more time.

Small. Dirty. C*mpletely overwhelmed by everything around you.

Exactly where you belong.

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