Fight, Flight, or Freeze

Description: Lilith towers above you, sporting nothing but a t-shirt and panties. her giant feet graze you as they pass over your head. you can feel the breeze they create as her shadow makes you invisible. you are nothing but a tiny spec of dirt on the bottom of her beautiful soul, or so you wish. and then she pauses and changes course. her giant hand, fingers spread, reaches slowly towards you. you hear your own voice in your head screaming "run for your life," as you freeze. why do you always freeze? your feet are heavy, your pulse is fast, and you can feel yourself becoming drenched in sweat. stupid tiny, nothing is more appetizing to a giantess than the smell of damp fear. you close your eyes, almost as if accepting your fate. your eyes open. she smacks at you and giggles, as she raises herself back up to the sky. she smashes with her as, the grabs you. she has you in the palm of her hand now, literally. how did you get to this point? she pulls you up, tracing her long legs. she stops and rubs herself through her panties, before dragging you up her torso and exposing the underside of her breasts. you try to speak but you choke. you try to scream but there is no air left in you with how hard she is squeezing you. and so it continues, with the giantess bringing you closer and closer to the place most coveted by your fellow tinies. could this be the end? could this large, wet mouth and shiny white teeth really be the place you've seen or been seen? her warm, wet tongue slides up your body and you shiver. at least it's warm where you are going. you're exhausted. you have no fight in you. she dangles you above her, examining you. as she smiles, she brings you closer and licks your sweat. as she places you on her tongue you think you hear her whisper: "courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen" (brene brown)."