Dwindling Iva - Pressure Vessel
Dwindling Iva - Pressure Vessel 53 pages
Dwindling Iva - Pressure Vessel 53 pages
Tiny thuds buffeted my palm and fingers from inside my clenched fist. Ivana’s screams sending puffs of warm air into the skin, I can feel her knees knocking and her body cooling.
Striding to the sink, I look at my reflection. My skin is flushed, smiling manically as I hold my hands to my chest. Smirking, I carefully open my fist and tip Ivana into my other hand, seizing one tiny arm between the pads of my thumb and index finger.
A tiny soft scream wafts through the air, Iva’s tiny frame flailing and kicking in space. Puffing out my chest, I draw the panicked little thing close to my face.
“Easy girl…” I whisper, blowing softly on the miniature figure. “You’ll pop your arm out of it’s socket.”
Twisting, straining Ivana can’t even look at me, her gaze locked on the wall of flesh below her. “You crazy bitch! Don’t drop me!!”
Clucking my tongue, I slightly twist my wrist, waving her body back and forth. Ivana’s body jerking and kicking as she wails in my grasp. “Language!” Cooing, I squint at her. “Besides, didn’t you say you like my girls?” Grinning, I bring my face in close. “It was a little inappropriate, if I’m honest. Flattering—but inappropriate.”
Sighing, I roll my head back and forth. “I’m going to be honest with you, you have been an absolute monster to work for. I have half a mind to just leave you in the lab when we get there.”
Ivana’s tiny face snapped to mine, lower lip trembling, knee’s clenched tightly together. Reaching up with my free hand, I tug at the bridge if my bra. “Lucky for you, I’m a good girl. So here’s the deal…”
Ivana’s body strains in my grip, her shoulder is rolling out to one side. I can almost see her muscles and ligaments expand, nearly to their breaking point. ‘Better finish up quick…’
“You’ll hitch a ride with them. Don’t worry, it’ll be safe. We’ll get to the lab and attempt to undo your mistake. And then…” Time slows, opening my fingers Ivana’s body falls. Brown hair flailing in slow motion, I watch her face sink with a grin. Her neck craning upwards to meet my gaze as she falls into my cleavage like a stunt woman.