It took everything she had.
One final push, arms trembling, legs burning, lungs rasping with shallow breaths, and she broke free from the towering forest of her bedroom carpet. It happened faster than she expected. One heartbeat she was climbing through the last stubborn bramble of synthetic thread, and the next,
The ground was gone.
She gasped as her forward foot landed on nothing, and her center of gravity betrayed her. With no time to catch herself, she tumbled out of the carpet’s lip and dropped.
It wasn’t far, maybe an inch or two in normal terms, but to her, it was a ledge. A cliff. And she fell like a stone onto the hardwood below.
The impact knocked the breath clean out of her. She hit with a sharp thud, first her knees, then her elbow, then her ribs, and slid a few inches on her side before coming to a full, motionless sprawl.
She lay there for a moment, face pressed to the smooth floor, stunned.
Even falling hurts differently now.
Everything was louder, sharper, heavier. Her bones didn’t break, but her whole body rattled with the shock of the landing. She gasped, tried to sit, failed, then gasped again as her lungs caught up. The air that entered her chest came fast and shallow, her tiny heart pounding like a war drum in her ears.
Eventually, she managed to roll onto her back and blink up at the ceiling.
It was too far away to mean anything.
Her hallway, her hallway, stretched out in both directions like a corridor inside a stadium. The walls soared on either side of her like the facades of high-rise buildings, and the floor beneath her glowed with muted reflections from recessed lighting far overhead.
She sat up slowly and looked around.
To the left, her hallway stretched toward the landing that overlooked the stairs. To the right, it curved gently toward the guest rooms and the linen closet. She had walked these halls in bare feet and high heels, in pajamas and party dresses. She used to command this house.
And now?
She was a speck. A mote of dust, cast onto the vast expanse of flooring like an insect that had wandered out from under a cabinet.
“The ruler of the house…” she whispered bitterly, “reduced to a bug.”
Her arms hugged her sides as she sat there, cold air slipping across her damp skin. A faint breeze swept past—possibly from the heating vents in the ceiling, but it felt like a windstorm at her scale, pushing at her shoulder and hair with just enough force to make her shiver.
She swallowed hard.
Then lifted her chin.
“HEELLLPPP!” she screamed. “IS ANYONE HERE?!”
The sound ripped from her throat, sharp and strained. It felt huge to her, like thunder in her skull. But as it left her mouth, it dispersed into the vast hallway, swallowed whole by silence.
She paused. Listened.
Nothing.
Her own voice, once strong enough to fill rooms, to command attention, to silence crowds—was barely a whisper now in the architecture of her own home. Her shout didn’t even echo. It was too small. Too insignificant to bounce.
That silence, the vast, total quiet of a house in waiting, pressed down on her like a weight. The lights hummed somewhere overhead. The walls didn’t move. The floor didn’t shake. No footsteps came. No voices answered.
She was alone.
And for the first time, hearing her voice like that, she knew it.
Not just intellectually. Not just with fear.
She felt it in her bones.
She was alone in her house. Trapped inside a world that no longer saw her. And there was no guarantee anyone would see her again.
Someone will find her….. I hope.
It does beg the question, though. How are undocumented littles tracked in this universe?
It’s kind of a weird answer. The ones that aren’t found i imagine dont survive very long on their own sadly. it’s a hostile environment for them.
the ones that are found though, at least in the states, are supposed to be immediately reported. Asuka and Lethal brought it up a very long time ago, but it is a massive legal offense to harbor an unregistered little, and age doesn’t seem to matter in this case, you’ll go to jail regardless. with a harsh sentence.
i guess the best answer is that because testing is mandatory, there is a central repository for those results, and if someone that’s vulnerable is reported missing, the special task force that handles littles is probably dispatched to locate them and turn them over to generitech or a holding facility and contact their immediate family or whomever in that space that isn’t vulnerable
that’s how i see it at least
That would make sense.
I would think Sara would find her because Sara saw charity not at school for a day and said something to Chole she would tell Sara about her call and that would lead Sara to run over and fulfill her giant Saras kink dreams buy being picked up by her giant famine hand lol. Also Sara is Tied into the Little network so she would be called about a underbred not being seen =)
Kink dreams??? We reading the same story??
If you notice every chapter has charity thinking about giant Sara. Not hurting her but in Suttle giant to little interactions and she uses terms like she put her giant fem hand down and describing how good she looks and smells. It doesn’t
sound like she is dreading time with giant Sara in my humble opinion lol. And I for one want love make up stories lol.
She’s thinking about Sara because Sara is looming over her head like a guillotine. She’s scared and considering how humiliating the reunion’s going to be.
it doesn’t sound bad like that, for all we know she picked on her because she had a crush on her that she couldn’t act on because being gay or bi would mess up her family and her reputation in the environment she is in. happens all the time to people that have to hide part of themselves like that.
It would probably take more then a singular day. Charity could miss school for other reasons then Smallara. Sara does want Charity as a little but its not like its to a level of obsession where its all she thinks about and she tracks her every move.
Plus the phone call to Chloe was something that had already happened. So the proximity to her actually getting Smallara isn’t specifically disclosed its just an event that happens.
That special task force is called the Smallara Enforcement Agency or S.E.A. for short. They’re first seen in 226 – 228, arresting a girl named Kayla (Not Kayla Wallice) for illegally harbouring her recently infected parents. Also Asuka has mentioned that most Police have a Little Victims Unit (LVU) that would also play a roll.
There are also scanners that can identify Littles, they’re used to catch Little Traffickers and smugglers.
The LVU hold music is the law and order SVU theme song on loop.
The producers of Law and Order SVU are looking into making a Law and Order LVU spin-off series.
or a cops spin off featuring littles
Little City Cops!
Yup, you don’t want to get caught harboring a little you haven’t registered.
1) “Even falling hurts differently now. Everything was louder, sharper, heavier. Her bones didn’t break, but her whole body rattled with the shock of the landing.” that’d be a relief as she’d have much more falling left to do.
2) “She had walked these halls in bare feet and high heels, in pyjamas and party dresses. She used to command this house. And now? She was a speck. A mote of dust, cast onto the vast expanse of flooring like an insect that had wandered out from under a cabinet.” that’s gonna be her role in a lot of places now.
3) “HEELLLPPP! IS ANYONE HERE?!” Quick, tell me another bad thing she did. I’m almost feeling sorry for her.
4) “Her own voice, once strong enough to fill rooms, to command attention, to silence crowds—was barely a whisper now in the architecture of her own home. Her shout didn’t even echo. It was too small. Too insignificant to bounce” that’d be so devastating, everything she gained in the transformation was dwarfed by what she lost.
5) “She was alone in her house. Trapped inside a world that no longer saw her. And there was no guarantee anyone would see her again.” I feel like she’s going to be found. I don’t think you’d write a story about a Little struggling to survive in her empty house until eventually dying a slow and painful death of starvation and hypothermia, right?
3) I think she kicked a puppy once 😛
She does it for sport to watch them bleed.
Oh, that’s nasty of her.
That’d do it.
1) due to her size she will probably fall way more often then she would have pre smallara.
2) I would tend to agree. its unlikely that she wont have that feeling time and time again.
3) She gives out Christmas bonuses to the household staff in the form the of charitable contributions in the staffers name so she can write it off as a tax break to get the money back.
4) probably not everything but vocally it would be devastating for Charity considering how much she liked the sound of her own voice and how much entertainment and passion she got out of bringing others misfortune and verbally belittling for sport.
5) Could you imagine almost 80 chapters of Charity struggling to survive in her home slowly starving and wasting away.I’d have to change my pen name to Sara Reeves. This story may be the longest I’ve gone episode without someone seeing another person. Second is probably madison’s world season one If I had to guess.
1) My thoughts exactly.
3) So, Charity gives money to charity on their behalf, then Charity gets the money back by claiming it on her taxes, diabolical.
4) Indeed, she’d now be the butt of the joke more often then not.
5) That’d be so dark and fucked up of you. A Sara Reeves move for sure, lol. I reckon it’s the longest time spent away from other characters.
3) It’s better than George on Seinfeld. He told everyone he donated in their name to the “Human Fund” (ironic name in this story 😝), but it was a fictitious charity, so no donation was made.
that was a good episode. I remember that.