G/T Adventures

The Taken

"I can't believe how many people have gone missing." Jada looked towards her friend with a worried frown, taking a sip of her coffee. "Think it's some sort of serial killer? It's so scary!"

"Oh, I know," Natalie mumbled behind her, applying her bright pink lipstick in the pocket mirror she always carried with her.

"I mean, men, women, children. I-It's crazy!" She turned toward Natalie.

"Yeah. I mean, I have to head home sadly. I'll see you later tonight though!" Natalie waved to Jada with a smile, turning on her heel and left the room, her long brown hair swaying around her as she walked.

Of course, she knew what happened to these people. Natalie's the one that made them disappear in the first place.

The thing about Natalie is she's always wanted to hold power over people. To be able to make them quiver in fear. For her word to be the only word. 

So for years, she's been studying witchcraft. And not years like a decade, or five. For three thousand years, she's been walking the surface of the Earth, making herself eternally young and trying to think of ways to make the entire world kneel at her feet. And only a few short months ago, did she finally figure it out.

Natalie walked into her house, dropping her black leather purse on the floor. Things were quiet. Good. 

After taking a deep breath through her nose she began to walk upstairs. Once upstairs, she turned towards the attic stairs and went up there.

Her attic was quite big, thankfully, and she had set up large glass panes in the shape of a square. They left just enough space for her to walk around the whole perimeter of the square.

Inside this square, lay several dollhouses she built herself. Enchanted to function like normal homes of course. As she approached the glass square, a wide grin crossed her face. "Are my little darlings doing well?" She asked in a sweet tone, standing and leaning over the glass to look at the shrunken humans staring back at her from the floor outside of the houses.

"Y-Yes ma'am." A young woman, Chrissy, stuttered out. She was one of the first taken. Third to be exact. 

"Just fine." A man, Daniel, added in quickly, tugging nervously at the handmade t-shirt the giantess provided when he was taken. 

"How lovely. I've got you a new wittle fwend." She cooed in a childish voice, removing a small pouch from her pocket. "This one's certainly a fighter. I'll have to make sure he knows precisely who's in charge." Natalie laughed, though it was more of a cackle as she dumped the squirming young man into an open palm, closing her fingers around him quickly.

"You bitch! Let me go right now, what have you done to me?!" Carson shouted, struggling against the giant fingers wrapped around his body. 

"Tut tut, fella. And it's 'witch' thank you very much." Quickly, she lowered her new captive into the glass pen with a wide grin. "And you best learn to watch your tone with me, or it may end horribly for you, just as it did the last boy who thought he was strong enough."

"Who the actual fu-" The rest was muffled as hands slid around his mouth, and he turned to look at a woman his age who was staring at him with fearful eyes. 

"Listen to her, p-please. I-I can't watch anyone else die." Her soft hazel eyes were glistening, and hesitantly she removed her hands from his mouth.

"Fine." He mumbled bitterly, then turned to stare up at the attractive giantess.

Natalie grinned. "Better listen to the rest of them honey. And you're to call me 'ma'am, mistress, goddess, your majesty, your highness' or anything else you can think of that's flattering like that. Am I understood?" She leaned down until her hair was just above the tiny humans.

"Yes, 'ma'am'." Carson muttered sarcastically and turned away to look around this new 'town.' "Who the hell does she think she is?" He mumbled under his breath, turning toward the young woman. "And who are you?"

"My name is Angelina. My friends call me Angel because they say I'm a very nice person." She gave the newcomer a warm smile. "Please, let me show you where your new house is. You'll be staying with Luke."

"Why do you all just put up with her?" He asked with a frown, staring at her in disbelief. "Why don't you fight back?"

"What can we do? Anyone who fights back she kills. It's horrible to watch, she does it right in front of us. O-One time she brought up a blender and-" She stopped, her voice cracking as tears brimmed in her eyes. "I-I can't, i-it was horrible."

Carson lowered his head, imagining what watching that must have looked like. Did the witch really dice someone up in a blender, making them all watch? "That....that's horrible." He whispered, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. 

"Y-You get used to it. It's only been a few months but it feels like years." Angelina sighed, looking at the cement that the witch laid out as a road for them to walk on. "But oh well. Let's just go, shall we? I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Yeah...okay." Carson mumbled, taking one last glance toward the attic door as it shut behind Natalie. "What do you even call this place?"

"Hm? Oh, we like to call ourselves The Taken. This is our town, Takensville. I know, it sucks, but its the best we could do."

Carson snickered quietly at the name. If that was the best they could do, what else was really in store for him here?