Brobdingnagian Tales - The Rebellion

Young Sophie has to deal with some insubordinate behaviour among her subjects. 

Janus scraped his tongue along the cracks of his chapped lips. A pungent whiff of old urine drenched his nose constantly. It was an abhorrent smell that refused to become an unaware scent after a time. He opened his eyes and hoped against better judgement that he was finally able to see something. It was still pitch dark. There was no difference in his sight compared to when his eyes were shut. Not even the contours of his own hand could be discerned, despite its presentation right in front of his face. The sound of gargled breathing in the distant gave him but little comfort that he was not alone in this box of sorrow. 

“You’re awake?” A deep cracked voice was heard right next to him. 

“Unfortunately, yes.” Janus bent over and coughed. He rubbed his thumb over his hand and the moisture he felt implied another blood spurt. “How are you faring, Dyke?”
 

A snort of derision was heard. “So typical you. Retching a clot of blood and still manage to concern about others.” Dyke said. “How about you save your questions of well-being after that wench interrogated me. Or better yet, spray your words of concern over Tysun instead.”
 

They both listened to the faint raspy breathings of Tysun coming from some unseen corner in the distant. It gave them the presumption that he was barely alive. 

“You’re going to be alright, Dyke. Trust me. Just stick to the-“ 

“To hell with you and your story!” Dyke’s chainsaw voice cut through the darkness. “If it weren’t for that lanky kid!...” he gave a deep sigh. “you should have shot him when you had the chance.” 

Janus remained silent, contemplated. “Perhaps I should.” He said solemnly, “But I couldn't. Im sorry.” 

They both kept their silence. Both listened to the raspy breathings of Tysun. 

“Im scared, Jan.” Dyke said. 

Janus gave no reply. His mind was unable to find words, which could grant his fellow sufferer some solace. The words he came up with either sounded trite or just plain old dull. 

“She’s going to kill me.” Dyke's voice continued. “She saved the worst for last, me.” 

Janus was about to say something when rhythmic tremors interfered with their conversation, becoming more intense with every turn. 

“Is there a way out of this?” Janus felt Dyke's fingernails digging deep into his arms, “Please tell me there is a way out of this, Jan?!”
 

A low rumble was heard, like the twist of a key in a lock. A loud clack followed. Then a squeaky sound when the roof of their prison was lifted upwards, beaming in a sea of harsh daylight, ravaging the eyes.
Janus shook his head and used hist fists to rub his eyes, looking up from time to time. He already knew who would greet them. Still though, he felt more secure having his vision back. Slowly, the blurry image above his head started to show some contours, shaping the image of a gigantic person looking down upon them, visible from the mid torso.
Sophie.
His attention was immediately drawn towards her luscious lips, which were slightly arched upwards on one side, greeting them with her characteristic sly smirk. She was still a young girl in her late teens, but was busy blossoming into one of the most beautiful feminine Brobdingnagians Janus had ever laid eyes on. Her glossy dark-red hair framed a near perfectly refined face. 

“How was your night boys?” Sophie gave them a warm smile. “no wait...” She put a finger on her pouty lips, like she was thinking very hard. “silly me. Night hasn’t even started yet. Its evening still. I figure its hard to tell for you guys. Living in a place with eternal darkness and all, isn’t it?” Sophie lashed her head backwards with laughter by her own joke.
Putting her hands on her hips, Sophie became suddenly serious again, scanning the box.
 

“You, bloat-head.” She pointed at Dyke. “You’re next and you better tell me things I wanna hear.” Sophie was about to reach her hand out, but wrinkled her nose in a look of disgust.
 

“God! You smell! Perhaps I should have placed some sort of sanitation with you guys. I’m not gonna clean it. That's for sure. And I’m definitely not going to touch you either! Wait” -She held up a finger- “I got just the thing.” A moment later, Sophie returned with a tweezer and pinched a scared to death Dyke, by his shirt, up from his stink-hole prison. 

She held him as far from her nose as possible and gave a quick wink before closing the lid again with a loud thud, casting both Janus and Tysun in eternal darkness.
It seemed forever before Sophie returned. Janus nodded off, drifted between the waking-state and dreaming, not able to differentiate the two from each other anymore.
His eyes fluttered open when a tremor was felt and the lid opened up again. It took a moment before his eyes were climatized with the daylight and a towering teenage girl was seen, looking down upon them with deep contempt.
Without a greet, Sophie’s tweezer descended upon them, aiming for Janus. For her convenience and his own well-being, Janus grabbed the back of his shirt and pointed it upwards so that Sophie could easily pinch it between the tweezer. The fabric of his shirt sanded painfully in his armpits when he was lifted skywards. Due to the explosive rising sensation, It felt like his bowels were tightly squeezed in a compact package on the bottom of his stomach.
Like Dyke, he too dangled from a considerable distance from Sophie’s countenance. Despite her young age, Janus was lavishly awed by her appearance and shouted out an inner scream of joy, for this point of view made it easy for him to relish in her divine sculptured curves. His heart skipped a beat when he drooled in the sight of her seemingly unending bare legs, stationed firmly on the floor like unyielding pillars, below a fluttering morning shirt. He could only see a slight piece of the Lilliputian city sprawled out on a table right behind her pornographic bubble butt. Janus figured Sophie must have enjoyed some leisure time with the city, for various buildings were blazing with all-consuming fires. His eyes jolted towards Sophie’s countenance when her voice demanded his attention, 

“Someone here has been a filthy shitful liar.” She said in a soft but threatening manner.
 

Janus gulped deeply, “I-I don’t know w-what you’re talking about.” 

“Don’t give me that crap!” She yanked the tweezer right in front of her tightened eyes, right above her nose. Janus didn’t knew if her sudden anger caused Sophie to forget about his horrid body smell or that she just ignored it for now. Then he realized that this was probably the least significant question he could ask himself right now. 

“Bloat-head told me everything." Sophie continued. "How you rabble-roused everyone in your plot of escape and your vicious scheme of poisoning me. In my sleep!” her eyes in deep indignation. 

“He-he’s just delusional.” Janus blurted out the first thing that popped in his mind. “Being caged in certain circumstances for a long time can nudge a man to the edge of insanity you know.” He said, finishing with a wry smile. 

“Is that so? How do you expect me to trust your word then? You have been in that same cage for the exact same amount of time. Or are you implying that your mental state is immune to such harassments?” 

“N-no, no. Please, that’s not what I meant. Look, all Im saying is that Dyke has always been somewhat eccentric in his behavior. H-he often struggled to separate fantasy from reality. That's all. Did you, did you know he once threatened his own wife with a baton for he was convinced she was an alien in disguise sent to scrutinize his behavior during intercourse?” 

“Sounds like a one way ticket to the asylum if you ask me.” 

“I know, right?” 

“I wasn't talking about Dyke.” Sophie dead-panned. 

“Im more than keen to hear you give explanation to the fact that various other statements align perfectly with Dyke's story. Included the statement of your own daughter, that blond hag.” 

“Eliza!” Janus his eyes bulged. 

“Yes, Eliza. That’s her name. Guess it must feel like a stab in the heart to be betrayed by your own flesh and blood, isnt it?” Sophie said. 

“Would you still blame her if I told you she only started to speak AFTER her fiftieth rape session in the arse?” 

“NOOOOO!!!!” Janus screamed. 

“Plenty of your own people were more than willing to volunteer you know.” Sophie leered at him. 

Janus roared and flailed wildly in full rage. “I’ll fuckin kill you! You sick twisted kid!” He aimed for impossible things like punching Sophie in the face or to cut himself lose from the iron grip of the tweezer. 

Sophie's head whipped with evil laughter. “Now this is the part I SO dig! It’s the part where you want to hurt me so badly, but realize you're just too insignificant.”

“You're nothing but a loner!" Janus took over again. "A megalomaniacal outcast! Instead of mingling with peers you choose to spent all of your free time in bossing inferior beings around in the vain hope of gluing the cracks of your pitiful self-esteem! You're pathetic!” Janus roared, veins pulsating strongly in his neck. He knew he crossed the line with this one. He didn't care. 

Sophie's haughty attitude melted away while she listened to his straight words. She remained silent for a moment, her face in inscrutable-modus before taking her turn to speak. 

“You know, you're partly right.” She started her reply. “Its true that I don't feel a connection or whatsoever with any of my peers. But not in a sad way you are mentioning. They are all afraid of me and they should be. None of them is my equal. This here” −Sophie soared her slender hand over the lilli-cities and the human settlement like she was presenting something−“what I do to you humans and lilli's alike is only an exhibition to me, a warm-up. When you see me, you're actually looking at the birth of a new era, whereby the existing order on this planet will be replaced by a new one. A better one. A more beautiful one. Me.” Sophie said like it was the most logical thing ever. 

She had been apparently enough of standing, for she leaned her cute, but massive Brobdingnagian butt against the table behind her, annihilating a good portion of the lilluputian city resting on it. Shrieks of terror reached Janus’s eardrums with ease. 

“I am God. And you” −a tree trunk finger was pushed in Janus’s face−“have to choose your punishment. Either I kill your daughter and let you and the rest of the settlement in peace. Or I lay waste to the entire settlement, none spared, apart from… you. Isn’t that merciful?!” Sophie finished with an amiable glee on her cheeky face.
 

“My, my daughte−” 

“She dies. In any case.”