Sarah's Find - Chapter 16

Her knees begin to bend and you're already immediately terrified. The ground shakes with tremendous force as her bones strike the hard floor. Up above, her titanic, unrestrained boobs jostle to and fro, their motherly warmth feels more like the sweltering heat of an angry sun. Or perhaps the icy grasp of death. Her eyes, burning with an anger that seems to fill every ounce of perception in your mind, never leaves your puny body. The hands slap on to the wood, causing another immense tremor. You barely feel it. One of the hands raises and extends its index finger, which, almost comically, looks more like the massive blaster of a giant space craft than a simple finger. The tip fills your view. You can see the deep swirls etched into the flesh, where micro pieces of dust and dirt cling. Some grime lays inside the slightly long fingernails.

This is it. You're going to die. You're actually going to die. There is no way you, lying on your back, will be able to escape this on your own. Your tiny feet would never move fast enough. Your puny arms could not pull you quick enough. The ground is not soft enough to cushion the blow as the bed had done for the two immense asses you had endured last night. The finger would not be gentle, its owner would not be cautious. She wanted you killed; wanted you wiped off the face of the earth. She would remove you entirely from her domain. Already you could see her standing back up, wiping her finger off on her skirt, and then continuing with the rest of her day. Maybe her mood would be soured for a moment or two longer, the disgust of such a putrid little invader managing to sneak in under her radar lingering in her thoughts with resolve to be more vigilant. But eventually, you would be forgotten. Just another pest dealt with swiftly and with prejudice. The memory would exist somewhere deep within her brain, held in a far off neuron that faintly held the images in its complex chemistry. But those images would fade without the warm glow of consciousness hitting them, and they would rot, like an old photograph left in a dusty box, never to be opened and left in an attic full of more interesting treasures. That would be your legacy. But for now, the searing gaze of her attention burned into you.

Then, you were rolling. Violently. It was as your life had skipped ahead, like a scratched record, and you were suddenly aware of being hurled across the hard wood floor. The next thing you became aware of was a incredible din roaring above you. A heavy mist, accompanied by even heavier humidity, fell upon you, soaking you to your very bone. The air was filled with a strange sweet but terrible scent that was impossible to place. All of these assaulted your already overwhelmed and disoriented senses.

When you finally came to a rest, panic took over and your body seemed to move on its own. You looked up and saw the immense woman raise her finger from the wooden floor and examine its tip. Her frown deepened, like a Goddess displeased by the meager offerings of those subjected to her merciless rule. Her fingers coiled into a tight fist that pounded the wood with such force that you could actually hear other distant pieces of furniture rattle like distant earthquakes.

“Argh” Her celestial voice roared. “I missed!”

Her eyes began to move, thoroughly scanning the boards for any trace of your tiny form. She was relentless, unwillingly to accept defeat from a mere mortal like you. Her hands rose and fell with great force as her great and powerful arms carried her immeasurably immense body along, her infinitely mountainous cleavage pressing down and scraping along the floor, crushing anything that would dare stand before their gargantuan weight.

“Where are you?” She asked bitterly, her voice pounding in your head.

You had to hide. If she found you again, that was it. Luck couldn't save you from her wrath forever. But what was there to do? You stood on a vast plain of wood. The only place to possibly hide would be between the thin space between the boards. That would have to do; it was really the only option. Hopefully it would be enough to keep her finger from smashing down onto your fragile body.

“I bet its crawling around in there...”

Soon after the lips uttered these celestial words, they pursed, and spewed a gush of air of godly power. You had been in a hurricane once as a child. Terrified, you had watched cars and trees wrenched from their places and thrown down the streets. That seemed like a summer breeze compared to this monstrosity. Your body was not simply dragged across the boards again, it was actually lifted up into the air, accompanied by a heavy cloud of dust, and carried for what felt like miles before being dropped like a rock back to the ground. Again, panic was in control, but now your body was too weary to move even without your conscious input. Still, you managed to lift your head, which seemed to weight a few tons, and look to see if death was coming down on you like an asteroid to the Earth's surface.

What you saw brought the most potent, raw fear that your soul had ever experienced. Her eyes were directly on you, her brow furrowed in a look of deep scorn. Her teeth were barred like a lioness ready to pounce on its enemy with vicious fury. The angry energy of her aura once again charged the air, like a Goddess ready to lay waste to all of creation. There was nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. All you could do was bear the full force of her wrath and pray that it would be quick.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth parted and a deafening roar thundered from her lips, accompanied by a heavy spray erupting from her mouth and nose. Now it wasn't just the wind of a hurricane, but the rainfall. Water and thick gobs fell from the sky in a monstrous hailstorm, coating the boards in a thick coating of saliva and mucus. One of these sickly green globs landed directly on top of you, trapping you in heavy slime that held not only you, but the hardened shell of a booger than had been deep within one of her nostrils. The slime filled your mouth, your nose, even your eyes and ears. Desperately, you flailed and paddled against the heavy scum, but it made the polished floors slick, almost impossible to secure a grip.

“Ugh...these floors are dusty.” You heard her muse to herself; her voice, muffled yet booming, managing to pierce the globs of muck in your ears.

You were glued to the floor by a wad of snot. You could barely breath. Your vision was greatly blurred by the gobs of slime around your eyes. But, you could still see movement up above. Was she looking for you? Or had she given up?