“Why do you want to run away? Tell me, please.” She says, eyeing you judgmentally in the palm of her hand. “You are so tiny” she says, awaiting your explanation. The thunderous sound of her foot stomping on the floor sends a pulse through the heart of every tiny person - she sets you on the table with the other escapees. “What should I do with you?”

“Maybe... Maybe I will eat you.” She says, standing with her waist above the table – hands powerfully placed on her hips, unshyly showing her mountainous and well shaped breasts. “Or... what should I do with you?” She mocks biting over all the people on the table – her teeth click together with a bone shattering power.

She sticks her tongue out, letting one of the more micro tinies stick to it. “Hmmm.... not good. Maybe you?” She tastes one of the medium sized men - “Not you.” She picks through her tinies, licking some, biting others, until she finds one she likes – biting his head off and then chewing his body.