Charity 2

Whispers of a Former Life: Episode 2

I forgot to set this up last night before going to bed. So the picture will have to wait till I get home this evening. Apologies, I will post this a bit early to make up for the picture being posted so much later. Probably 10ish hours from this posting. 
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The cold hit her first. 

It wasn’t the bite of wind or the sting of snow. No. This cold was still and patient, stale. It clung to her skin like mildew in an old basement. The kind of cold that settled in the bones. A weight, not a breeze. The carpet beneath her bare legs was rough and matted, each thick fiber brushing against her skin like coarse bristles. It scratched where it touched, and yet she barely noticed. Her mind was somewhere else. Her thoughts consumed her. Her past surrounded her. 

Sara Reeves. 

That name, that girl, was everywhere in her mind now. A ghost. A warning. A mirror. 

Charity Stevens curled in on herself as the memories clawed their way to the surface. They weren’t distant. They weren’t faint. They came sharp and vivid, replayed in perfect detail. 

The first time had been a hallway bump in grade school. Just a shoulder check and a mocking smirk. That was how it started. Innocent by most standards. But it grew. God, how it grew. 

Over time, Charity made it her mission to break Sara. Not for any great reason, not at first. Just because she could. Because Sara was soft. Timid. Easy to provoke. Because she flinched when laughed at, blushed when called out. Because every time Charity jabbed, she got a reaction. 

A pig snort here. A cruel nickname there. “Hammy.” “Trotters.” “Porkchop.” Simple things at first. Whispers in the hall. Notes in her locker. 

Then it escalated. 

There were group chats where Sara was the main event. Memes with her face superimposed on cartoon pigs. One day, Charity left a candy apple and a note that read “For the livestock” on Sara’s desk before first period. The whole class had laughed. Even the teacher had chuckled before realizing what it was. 

But the crowning moment, her masterstroke of cruelty, was the assembly. 

Sara had worked for weeks on that student council speech. Everyone knew it. Charity had too. And on the day of the assembly, she had quietly slipped a request to the sound guy, just a joke, she said, just something funny. 

So when Sara stepped up to the microphone, voice trembling, nerves already high… 

Oink. 

Then again. 

Oink oink. 

Laughter erupted. The sound echoed in the auditorium. Charity remembered the way Sara froze, eyes wide, mouth hanging open like she’d just been slapped. The speech fell apart after that. The audience never took her seriously again. 

Charity had laughed so hard she cried. 

And when yearbook season came? A pig face in place of Sara’s real portrait. Anonymous submission, of course. Just another joke. Another notch on the belt. 

She’d thought it all harmless back then. Or at least, she told herself that. That Sara would get over it. That she was too sensitive. That if she couldn’t take a joke, maybe she deserved it. 

But then came the hospital. The whispers. The way the laughter in the hallways suddenly felt quieter, more cautious. The realization that Sara had almost… 

Almost died. 

Charity remembered the tightening in her chest when she heard. The taste of bile. The hours spent lying awake, trying to forget. She never did apologize. She told herself it would make things worse. That it would only serve her guilt, not Sara’s healing. 

In time, the guilt numbed. It faded. Life moved on. 

Or so she thought. 

Until a few weeks ago. 

When Sara spoke up during a discussion for Littles’ rights amongst students in the commons and openly, deliberately, declared that when Charity Stevens’ inevitable transformation came, she would put her name down as a prospective buyer. If anyone found her she would pay a reward to turn her over to her. 

The room had gone silent. 

Charity had laughed, weakly, at the time. Pretended it didn’t sting. But inside? Her stomach had dropped into her knees. Because she knew, she knew, Sara meant it. She wasn’t joking. She wasn’t bluffing. 

Sara had saved money. She’d made it known. Not just to Charity. To everyone. 

She wanted her. 

Not as a roommate. Not as a friend. Not even as a rival. 

As a Little. A pet. A project. A prize. 

Charity felt bile rise in her throat now at the thought. Not because she didn’t deserve it, but because it was Sara. The girl she’d spent years grinding down under her heel. And now? Now she pictured Sara strolling into her home, standing above her like a goddess, calm and satisfied, while Charity lay crouched at her feet, barely six inches tall if even that and completely at her mercy. 

That image would not leave her. 

She dug her fingers into the carpet fiber beside her, as thick as a coiled rope. She wanted to scream, to punch, to tear at something. But her body was too small. Too fragile. Her strength, her height, her presence, all of it was gone. And worst of all? 

This form was permanent. 

Her family had been rich. Powerful. She had grown up in a house with custom art on the walls and private doctors on call. But none of it had saved them. Her mother, her father, they were Littles now too. The anti-smallara treatments they’d paid for? Ineffective. Temporary at best. Eventually, they’d all built resistance. The serum faded. The body adapted. 

There were no second chances. 

And so now she sat, the heiress reduced to a creature no taller than a drinking glass. A bug beneath the boots of giants. 

A bug Sara wanted to own. 

The silence around her was enormous. No buzzing electronics. No music. Just the occasional creak of the house, a sound that once went unnoticed but now crashed through the air like falling trees. 

Charity stared toward the bedroom door. The handle, impossibly high, glinted faintly in the low light. 

She was trapped in her own home. 

She was waiting. 

Waiting to be claimed. 

Waiting for Sara Reeves to knock on the door… or worse, walk in uninvited. And when she did, there would be no speeches, no insults, no clever comebacks to deflect the shame. 

There would only be her, towering above. Eyes filled with quiet, measured triumph. 

And Charity? 

Just another Little. 

Another punchline turned prisoner. 

 

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Nodqfan
1 month ago

God, I don’t want Sara to get Charity; anybody else would be a better choice for her guardian, and I don’t want to read another revenge-based giantess story because its not like the community is lacking for those. Hell, even Preema Tech would be a better option.

I hope that whoever becomes Charity’s guardian can change her more gently. Were there any other girls that Charity bullied aside from Sara?

Last edited 1 month ago by Nodqfan
J - Vader
J - Vader
1 month ago

I’m telling you right now that this made me more fearful of Sara than anything else because holy hell…. Not saying charity doesn’t deserve some karma but not that …….. I’m 50/50 on who the guardian will be my top candidates ( excluding unknown characters) – Dayton, Ellie …… that’s about it lol but this will be an interesting debate for people

Nodqfan
Reply to  J - Vader
1 month ago

Dayton and Ellie would be interesting choices for Charity’s guardian, considering how close they are to Sara.

I also agree with you, Vader, that I’m afraid of Sara, especially if she does get Charity and bullies her as her pet, plus, what would Jordan think? Would he be afraid of her mistreating especially if he doesn’t do what she wants?

washsnowghost
1 month ago

she deserves to be Dayton’s little as Karma and to protect Sara from herself, and Sara can still tease her but since she is not her little would leave her alone.

Last edited 1 month ago by washsnowghost
Nodqfan
Reply to  washsnowghost
1 month ago

I agree with you, Dayton would be a good choice for Charity’s guardian. It would allow Sara to interact with her but not control her, and Dayton would also grow from being a guardian.

Last edited 1 month ago by Nodqfan
Lethal Ledgend
1 month ago

1) “Sara Reeves. That name, that girl, was everywhere in her mind now. A ghost. A warning. A mirror.“ That would be something she needs to worry about.

2) “Because Sara was soft. Timid. Easy to provoke. Because she flinched when laughed at, blushed when called out.” That does not sound like the Sara we know.

3) “And when yearbook season came? A pig face in place of Sara’s real portrait. Anonymous submission, of course. Just another joke. Another notch on the belt” I’m not gonna go through all the examples, but Damn Charity was thorough with just one joke. 

4) “She’d thought it all harmless back then. Or at least, she told herself that. That Sara would get over it” SO basically what Sara told herself about Jordan.

5) “Charity remembered the tightening in her chest when she heard. The taste of bile. The hours spent lying awake, trying to forget. She never did apologise. She told herself it would make things worse. That it would only serve her guilt, not Sara’s healing.” well, at least that’s some remorse. How did Charity find out? Thought Sara’s suicide attempt was kept quiet.

6) “openly, deliberately, declared that when Charity Stevens’ inevitable transformation came, she would put her name down as a prospective buyer. If anyone found her she would pay a reward to turn her over to her.” we already knew that but damn right to Charity’s face, oh how the turntables.

7) “Not as a roommate. Not as a friend. Not even as a rival. As a Little. A pet. A project. A prize” and worse.

8) “Now she pictured Sara strolling into her home, standing above her like a goddess, calm and satisfied, while Charity lay crouched at her feet, barely six inches tall if even that and completely at her mercy.” a terrifying image for a bully to see ther former victim as.

9) “Her mother, her father, they were Littles now too. The anti-smallara treatments they’d paid for? Ineffective. Temporary at best. Eventually, they’d all built resistance. The serum faded. The body adapted” of shit, she’s already been on the cure.

Last edited 1 month ago by Lethal Ledgend
Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Asukafan2001
1 month ago

0) Oh, flashback picture, those are rare.

1) Very true. I also like that she called Sara a mirror, because even she knows the two have similarities.

2) Thanks for explaining grade school to me, I’m not great with the American system.

I could see that, it’s also be some character growth Sara went through.

3) I know she did other jokes, Like calling Sara “food stamps” It’s what I was surprised didn’t get a mention.

4) No Sara didn’t view it as bullying, but that is not innocence. Charity is worse because she knew what she was doing and that It was wrong and chose to continue anyway. Sara’s decisions aren’t always made with that intention though; they’ve also been made with cruelty and anger.

5) I see. Is that also how Charity’s vulnerability got out?

6) And of course she disrupted a Little’s rights discussion to do it

7) Sara mentioned in 456
“Charity Stevens. She will be mine. I won’t harm her, but I will train her and her work her like a farm dog.”

“I want her to live as my underbred. Knowing that she has to listen to all my commands. Heel, sit, beg, clean. I dream of taking her over to Mallory’s after a good long practice and making her scrub those stinky game shoes she keeps but no one can wash until after the season because you will wash the luck away and just let Charity spruce them up. If you know what i mean.”

I don’t thing “some chores to do nearly covers it, she’ll use Charity like a slave, probably take more than a few Lessons from Cindy’s Guardianist podcast she’s been listening too.

8) And Sara’s a predator in her own right, so particularly scary.

9) Does that mean this isn’t Charity’s first time waking up small?

Nodqfan
Reply to  Lethal Ledgend
1 month ago

(7) What’s also sad is that in 533, both Ellie and Jordan tell her to let it go, but Sara can’t. She thinks that owning Charity it will make her feel better, but it won’t.

I’ve been where she is, wanting horrible things to happen to a couple of people who’ve wronged me, and it took me a while to let it go and settle for not speaking to them ever again because I’ve learned that at the end of the day its their loss, not mine as to why they don’t want anything to me.

Nodqfan
1 month ago

Love the picture.

washsnowghost
Reply to  Asukafan2001
1 month ago

what is the picture showing. I see her, but who is the guy

Asukafan2001
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Reply to  washsnowghost
1 month ago

Sara had worked for weeks on that student council speech. Everyone knew it. Charity had too. And on the day of the assembly, she had quietly slipped a request to the sound guy, just a joke, she said, just something funny.

washsnowghost
Reply to  Asukafan2001
1 month ago

Ok, thanks the extra info lol