Waking up, feeling funny, I notice I am on a boat. Far out to sea. As I look around I see I'm in a dirty place, and I am dirty myself. I'm hungry and smell bad. I wonder what happened to me and if my parents were involved. Which saddened me if they were. Why would they sell me off like that? Surely not, I must have been wrong in what I heard. I know mom could never sell me, no not me, surely not.

As I sit in this dirty room, chained and smelling, I think back to the night that put me here. All I did was defend myself, and stopped myself from going through the pain the dirty man was putting me through. Maybe it was wrong in feeling pleasure from others deaths, and destruction, but Oh well! Better them than me.

As my mind wonders back to many different things, I think about what my life has been like and all I have to offer. Thinking back on the many things I have did and wanted to do that, I never had a chance to. Thinking I'm not going to get off this boat. Sadness hits me. First off wondering why my parents would sale me so easy. And secondly why I was in this mess. Falling to the side dozing off, I feel the shackles eating into my flesh, feeling the blood running down my hands. I hear myself moan, in pain, wanting out of these chains, and knowing that will not happen. As my mind wonders back to the night of all this, about me growing and the man with the ugly face shrinking, I still smile with the feeling I felt. The power that spread through me. The feeling of satisfaction of knowing that others life was held in my hands. That I squashed a tiny man in my own hands, feeling his bones crush and feeling his blood ooze between my fingers. Ahhhhhhh! The rush that went through me then. It was better than an Orgasm! Damn never felt that way before.

Waking up from the dream I was in, a smile plays at the corner of my mouth. Realizing I can get out of this anytime. All I have to do is get mad and I can grow. And when I grow the shackles will break. Freeing me from this boat. Deciding to do so when it gets dark, I settle down alittle. Waiting for later to get mad. Realizing I have awhile to go. It is only morning. Shaking head here, I'll go as long as I can.

Feels my stomach growling, knowing I am hungry, but not sure I will get anything to eat. I try to stay calm and relax. Thinking maybe these guys wasn't all that bad. Hoping on getting some food here. At hearing the door open, I see a dirty man walk in with a tray he is carrying breakfast. I see a glass of juice, a stale donut, and toast. Realizing I am very hungry, I grab the tray away from the man. And start eating. Wondering how long I been on this boat, feeling as hungry as I do. Pushing the tray away I thank the man. He grumbles something as he shuts the door, and locks it behind him. Feeling very sleepy again I doze off.

Waking up from a restless sleep, I hear the door being unlocked. As the dirty old man enters carrying a tray for lunch, I notice on the tray is a glass of juice, an apple and a sandwich of some kind. I eat the apple and drink the juice. Handing the tray back the man grabs the sandwich and wolfs it down, smiling at me he walks out the door, locking the door back as he goes. I move my position and feel my muscles and bones aching from the shackles I am in. Realizing sitting in this position for hours like I have is very uncomfortable. As I sit and think about things I drift off to sleep again. My mind wonders to my escape. Replaying over and over again, what will take place? I’m going to wait for my dinner tray and eat before I partake in my escape.

About 2:00pm the door opens with a thump. A very ugly angry man enters, yelling and cussing. I’m not able to make out a word the man is saying. As the man moves closer to me the smell of alcohol is strong in the air. He walks to me and unchained my shackles from the wall, and hooks it to a hook in the floor. He then wraps a shackle around my ankles and links the chain in a hook in the floor, spreading my legs wide. Fear creeps up along my body, starting at my toes, and working upward. As he rips my panties off anger fills me. As I notice this I stare at the man, knowing my stare will shrink him. As I feel myself growing, my skin tinkles, and an unbearable pain enters my body, as I feel my skin stretching, a scream escapes my mouth. As my head pops up through the ceiling then my torso, then waist, I start walking and feel the boat sink. The weight of a 500-ft woman is too much for the little boat. As my feet touch the bottom of the ocean, I walk along the ocean floor. Looking alittle ways up I see 2 tiny men, swimming for their life’s.