“Sara get your hand off me.” Jordan struggled to say as the weight of her hand effortlessly overpowered him. Jordan was sickened as he knew she was applying no real pressure to contain him. This only bothered him more as the action to Sara was not any more than a trifle, and she was merely lightly resting her hand on a table. However, this simple mindless action on her part was enough to subdue him.
He looked out at Maisy from the gaps in Sara’s fingers. He wanted nothing more than to set her straight. Jordan seethed as he looked at Maisy. He hated how she sat there looking down at him as if he was nothing more than a toy Sara brought to school.
“Just look at him. These underbreds really are quite amazing. They look indistinguishable from actual people outside of their size.” Maisy said as she leaned close to Sara’s hand. Jordan could smell her perfume fill the air around him, and it made the air feel thick and heavy. He coughed a bit as he found himself having to work harder to breathe. It made him realize Sara didn’t wear perfume or at least hadn’t yet.
Jordan couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as Maisy’s eyes looked downward at him. He remembered girls like her when he went to high school. Conceited and arrogant, walking around all superior as if you should be honored, they decided to give you any attention at all.
“Because I am a person. I was just like you a few days ago. I refuse to sit here and let you treat me this way.” Jordan said as his eyes flared as he looked back at Maisy. He felt the anger welling inside of him over being talked down to and dismissed not just today and not just at the moment. He was tired of having to be the bigger person.
“You were never like me. You were an underbred masquerading as a person. This is just the natural order setting things right. You can let him up, Sara. I’m not afraid of dogs.” Maisy said as she looked over at Sara with a smile. It wasn’t a knowing smile and it wasn’t a warm or cold feeling As Jordan looked up at her it was as if this was completely normal.
“Sure Maisy,” Sara said as Jordan felt her hand lift off him enough that he was able to kneel beneath her palm. Jordan poked his head through her fingers and looked up at Maisy from beneath Sara’s hand. It was not exactly the position of power he used to when speaking with someone. However, he knew it would have to do.
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