Emily found herself glancing at the clock once more from behind the counter, her index finger lazily tapping against the cash register in front of her. She was roughly half way through her shift, but was already eager to get off. The clock noted that it was ten o’clock at night. The young woman had felt a bit of regret from taking a shift that day, as it was Halloween night.

However, Emily couldn’t help but to feel sorry for her coworker after they had sprained their ankle the night before, and had called her with a bit of pain in her voice. It was only until she was a few hours into her shift she found herself wishing she had been uncaring and cruel, as she heard people laughing outside the shop as they ran by; all of them dressed up as their favorite fictional character, a monster, or something else. . .

It was due to this line of thinking, that she had found herself somewhat glaring at one of her coworkers who was getting off right as night had settled upon the city, and had noted she was heading to a Halloween party after work.

Said coworker was a somewhat tall dark skinned woman with a lean build, standing at roughly five foot ten named Tiffany. Three or four inches taller than Emily was, something she often found herself torn between wishing she was the same height, but at other times glad she wasn’t. The cashier, on the other hand, was a rather pale girl with a slightly less lean build than Tiffany. The two of them had been working together for almost a year now, with what some might consider a friendship.

Emily was back and forth on that, as their likes often clashed. Tiffany was the type who enjoyed seeing movies that were either scary or a bit more on the dark humor side, while Emily herself preferred a comedy or romance movie. Even still, they had found at times there were certain movies they both enjoyed, with Tiffany insisting Emily give the horror genre a chance. However, due to her lack of courage when watching such things, Tiffany often gave into Emily’s pleas of watching something a bit less. . .spooky.

“Hey, Emily! What time do you get off?”

Emily broke out from her thoughts and glanced at Tiffany after hearing her, who was standing near the exit and giving her co-worker a bit of a curious look.

“Uhhh, in about four more hours. Why?” Emily asked, causing Tiffany to look a bit thoughtful for a second.

“Mmm, just curious. Heading off to a party not too far away, but might be dying down by the time you get off. I could come pick you up if you want?” The taller of the two said in a nonchalant manner, causing Emily to chuckle before replying to her. “Naaah, I’m good, but thanks! Got someone to pick me up while my car’s in the shop.”

For a moment, Tiffany looked a bit unsure. As if trying to think of something, before her eyes lit up all of a sudden. “Oh!” She exclaimed, causing Emily to give her an odd look. “Sorry, just thinking about something I wanted to do after the party.” Tiffany gave Emily a bit of a grin, causing the shorter woman to look amused.

“Ooook weirdo, whatever~” The two of them were decent friends for being coworkers, with Emily finding herself having a bit of a crush on her friend. She knew better though, as trying to date a coworker could always end up in a really bad pickle. Something she wanted to avoid, despite some of their movie nights.

“Right, anyways–” The dark skinned woman waved at her as she went to head out the front door, the small chime of someone entering or leaving heard as she did. “--see you around then in a few hours, ta-ta~” Tiffany was gone, walking out of the store and down the block, with Emily watching her go,  slightly puzzled by her wording, but figuring she meant texting her whatever happened at the party.

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. . . .

. . . .

The hours went by slowly, with night descending fully upon the city, and the sky above rather cloudy. There had been a forecast earlier in the day noting there would be some early morning fog, which Emily could see already forming outside. It made her somewhat uneasy, but figured for many it was perfect for such a night. With Tiffany no doubt in love with the whole thing, while Emily just hoped it’d clear up soon.

For the first hour, she saw a number of trick-or-treaters walk by - most of them college students due to a nearby campus. They were also in a section of the city that wasn’t quite where many younger people were. Some weren’t even dressed up, merely walking around with pillow cases, while others had put very little effort into their costumes. Over time, fewer and fewer were seen, as the night went on.

Before long, Emily found herself starting to close up shop, making sure everything was accounted for, and as the clock struck two o’clock in the morning, Emily found herself locking the front door and ready for her ride to be outside.

It was not.

She stood there for a few moments before checking her phone, finding there were several text message notifications on it. One was from her cousin who had noted they’d be picking her up, but that was no longer the case. A brief message explained he had been picked up for drunk driving, and would need to find another ride.

“. . .are you kidding me?”

Emily scowled at her phone, flipping through it to see who else there was. She tried phoning a few friends, but none of them picked up. Then she tried texting, only getting a single reply from one friend saying they were unable to–

“Miss?”

Emily jumped when hearing someone call out to her, turning to see several college students on the nearby sidewalk, some wearing costumes while others were just in a basic set of clothing. The one speaking to her was a young man dressed up in a vampire outfit, giving her a somewhat concerned look.

“Are you alright?” He asked, with Emily recalling her voice as her heart started to settle.

“Y–yeah! Just waiting for a ride, but it’s a no show. . .” A part of her wish she hadn’t noted that last part, as the group turned to look at her - seeming to be a mixture of guys and girls, of which they seemed to be friends judging by how close they were huddled together.

“Oh, do you live nearby? We could walk you home?” He said, looking back at the group, with the girls giving her a nod and gesturing for her to come over. Emily was unsure, with the young man dressed as a vampire smiling at her with some fake fangs in his mouth.

“Wait, Emily? Is that you?” He asked all of a sudden, before it dawned on Emily she knew the man as well.

“Oh! Tom!” She said with a bit of relief, recalling him as both a friendly face from high school, and someone who sometimes came by the shop to buy stuff. The feeling of safety filled her, as he came over to offer her a hug - being given one without pause.

“Almost didn’t know who you were due to that. . .nice teeth!” Emily would joke, with Tom giving a false ‘Count’ laugh in response. “Ha Ha Haaaa! Thank you! Yeah, we can walk you home - we just got done with a party and heading to the next one. We were going to cut through the closed area nearby, as it’ll save us a lot of time. You live that way too, right?”

The closed area was a section of the city nearby, which was between where Emily worked and where she lived. It was a section that was being built on recently, with large office buildings and smaller ones as well. However, during construction something had happened, and the area was sectioned off with the news claiming a massive gas leak of some kind. However, that had been a month ago, and for some reason the area was still considered sectioned off, with rumors spreading it wasn’t a gas leak, but something else.

Emily felt unsure for a moment, before a buzzing sound came from her phone. Pulling away from Tom, she’d check her phone and saw it was from Tiffany, asking if she was off work yet.

Her fingers darted about the digital keyboard on her phone, letting her know what was going on. After a few moments she got a reply.

| Oh, I go through there all the time! Totally safe, and Tom’s a nice guy! Maybe you’ll get lucky? |

A snort emitted from Emily, replying back to her.

| No, I like someone else. Going to go with them now, as I don't want to wait much longer. |

With that text sent, Emily looked up towards Tom who was waiting to hear her answer. “Yeah, I’m game - let’s go!” She said with a smile, with Tom spreading his arms apart, holding the ends of his short cape for dramatic effect.

“Wooonderful! Come, cooome, let us depart into the night~” Emily couldn’t help, but to laugh at Tom’s manners - finding it a bit cute as he led her over to the group as they started to head off. One or two said their names, but they were quickly forgotten as the group started to chatter about the next party; eager to have a good time and maybe hook up with someone. Tom and Emily made some light-talk between the two, mostly recalling some funny high school memories, as they went off into the foggy night.

. . . .

. . . .

Soon enough, they reached the gated off area leading to the cut off section of the city. Several large buildings are seen mixed in with a number of smaller ones. A commercial area where a number of the buildings were already bought, but some were still for sale. There was a warning sign on the front of the gate, but it was uncared for. . .with the group noticing the lock on the gate was missing, and it was slightly open already.

“That makes it easier for us! I bet some kids broke in for some silly dare or camp out.” One of the group members stated, with some guessing other reasons for the gate being open, but none seemed too worried. Emily felt. . .unsure. Something felt wrong, but it was hard to pinpoint what. Maybe it was because of them cutting through a zone that if caught, they could get in trouble with the police. Another was worried about running into whoever broke in, and they might be trouble. . .

“Hey, relax.” Tom assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder - a fake toothy grin given to her. “We’re a big group, ain’t nothing to worry about!” He assured her, which did help put Emily’s mind a bit at ease as it was sound.

Still. . .

The group slipped through the opening of the gate, with the only light sources in the eerie late night fog being the street lamps.

“Shouldn’t the power be cut here or something?” She questioned out loud, with one of the girls shrugging when hearing that. A few others started to talk to one another, mostly about silly reasons for why the lights were on; but the most sound being due to safety reasons for any late night workers patrolling the area. At least to Emily it seemed so. . .

The walk through it all would take roughly half an hour or more, but it beat going the long way around. More so when traveling in a pack during such a late foggy night.

As they marched on through, some of the guys would run up to the nearby windows and peek in; making an odd joke here and there. Some of the girls were texting others, while checking their faces in their hand-pocket mirrors, making sure whatever makeup they were using for their costumes were still good.

For some reason, the hairs on the back of Emily’s neck started to stand up, causing her to look around. She felt odd. . . she had the sense of someone looking at her, yet she couldn’t quite see anything through the somewhat dense fog.

“You ok?” Tom asked, as the young man caught onto how she was looking around them, with Emily responding as she kept looking.

“. . .wanna just get through this place already–”

A sudden scream caused her to jump, with both her and Tom looking in the direction of it. . .only to find one of the guys on a nearby rooftop of a one story building. Two of the other guys were laughing while clapping for him, while one of the girls giggled at his actions.

“The hell is that idiot doing?” Tom said with a frown, glancing around for a moment in worry; as if expecting some night security to find them and cause them to get in trouble.

“WOOOOO, LET’S GO! ANOTHER!” Emily wasn’t quite sure what the reasoning for him scaling the building was, or what he was shouting about, but Tom seemed to have enough of it as he called out to him. “Hey! Git down! We’re gonna git caught!” He said, though any seriousness to his tone was lost, due to the fangs in his mouth making what he said sound off.

“He’s just goofing around, lay off man~” Came the reply of a nearby guy by the shop, shaking his head at Tom. Most looked at Tom as if he was a killjoy, but one of the girls and guys seemed to be looking a bit unsure as well.

Emily turned to Tom, speaking to him. “Guessing you’re not really good friends, are you?” She asked, with Tom shaking his head. “Friend of a friend, he had a few drinks, but I didn’t think. . .he’d be. . .so. . .”

Emily had been looking slightly past Tom and away from where the man was on the building, a bit unsure if they’d be found, only to refocus her vision on him when noting him trail off in an odd manner. He was squinting up and behind her at the man on the roof, but whatever he was seeing had startled him. . .the expression of someone trying to figure something out. . .then. . .

There was a look of fear in his eye, as his lips parted, but no words emitted from him. . .but she could hear a somewhat shocked intake of breath, eyes glued towards the same direction the shouting had been coming from.

“. . .you ok?” Emily asked with a worried look, not garnering a response from him, as the sense of silence filled the area. No one was talking. . .no more shouting. . .nothing.

Confused, she turned and looked towards the others; who were all looking up somewhat slack-jawed at the roof of the building the idiot had been shouting from.

Emily then looked up.

She wished she hadn’t.

The young man stood on the edge of the building, grinning down at them. . .but looked confused when seeing how they were looking up at him. However, it wasn’t him they were looking at.

Reaching out from the dense fog behind him was a hand.

A hand that was larger than the young man on the roof, as the dark skinned hand with black fingernail polish slowly reached out from the darkness of the fog. . .large thick digits curled inward as the hand neared the young man. He turned to see what was causing them to look up at him like that, staring dumbfounded at the hand larger than his entire body.

It paused for a moment - the hand so close the fingers had somewhat boxed him in; not yet touching him. A sense of dread filled the air, as everyone witnessed the young man jerk backwards.

It was a mistake, as the fingers quickly caged him within its grasp, causing only his shoulders and head to stick out, as he started to scream.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

The scream alone triggered life back into the group, as everyone witnessing the event screamed in terror as well, as the hand gripping the struggling man slowly withdrew itself back into the depths of the fog - the man’s screams still heard loud and clear. . .but quickly became distant as it sounded like whatever was happening to him, he was being lifted into the air.

They could just barely see the faint outline of something massive. A gigantic figure standing to its full height - as tall as some of the largest buildings in the area. The pale moonlight did little to give details to the creature, but it was enough to show a barely visible female humanoid shape. They could see the faint traces of the hand that held the young man within her grasp bright brought up to her lower face–

“RUN!” Someone screamed, as the remaining members at once bolted down the street, with Emily being jerked away from the sight as Tom yanked harshly on her arm - urging her to start running and keep up with him.

“Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!” He stated to himself, as the two of them ran away from where the first member of their group had been grabbed by the titan-sized figure, not even bothering to look back for a moment - with Emily trying her best to keep up with him, her heart pounding in her chest as her mind tried to make sense of what she just witnessed.

It wasn’t long before a loud THUMP was heard, followed by another, causing Emily to peek behind her.

Right where they had been standing only thirty seconds ago, was a pair of massive black boots. With each foot roughly the size of a city bus, with a pair of dark green pants going into them. The shoelaces on it were as thick as cable wires, tied up in a messy manner. The giant had just enough room that each foot rested perfectly on each side of the road; taking up the entire section for each one.

Then, slowly, a single boot lifted upward into the air - the sense of weight felt just by looking at it move, as tilted upward slightly once reaching a certain height, exposing the sole of the person's boot to Emily. She couldn’t tell if whatever it was couldn’t move fast or was wanting to take their time, but she didn’t wait to find out as she found herself in the edge of its shadow, recalling how to move her legs as the massive sole started to descend towards where she was.

She had stumbled forward at first, before quickly bursting into a full on sprint. Merely seconds later, she heard the boot make contact with the ground, almost falling over as it did as it caused a tremor to be felt through the asphalt Emily was running across. However, the scared woman kept her balance somehow, and kept running, only to hear the shifting of something massive behind her. . .followed by another heavy footfall behind her.

‘This can’t be real. . .it can’t be! Oh god, oh god, OH GOD–’

Another tremor was felt, though this time closer, causing her to stumble for a moment, before catching herself and trying to figure out what to do while fleeing the titan-sized-horror just behind her and the others. She recalled she wasn’t alone, seeing some of the others ahead of her, though one of the girls didn’t seem much in shape to keep up, stumbling for a moment, before falling to the ground. Emily kept running, unable to stop herself even when she was right next to the woman, bolting past her. A part of her felt the right thing to do was to help, but. . .

Still running, Emily couldn’t help but to turn back and see if the woman was getting up. She wasn’t. The unknown college student sat on her rear end and tried to scoot away, babbling nonsense towards the terror that was approaching. Emily hoped it was all just a prank. . .a dream. . .something that would let her know everything was going to be ok–

A shriek pierced the air as the fallen woman stared up at the foot hanging over her head for a few seconds, before it came down on the woman without the giant even changing their stride. Emily could just see the begging woman screaming, before the massive sole of the boot greeting the ground brought it to an end, ceasing its movement after doing so.

For a split second, Emily felt as if she could hear the sound of a tree branch snapping once the massive boot collided with the ground and the unknown woman smashed beneath it. . .

The weight behind the last foot step caused Emily to stumble again as the tremor was stronger than before, repeating the actions of what the girl before her had done. The startled woman started to scoot back, watching the other foot come to rest behind the first. . .the foot step was just as heavy as the other. Yet, for a moment, the titan shifted and her boots turned to face one of the buildings off to the side, where Emily could faintly hear someone screaming at the giant.

Not sure what was going on, the young woman bolted upright and took the chance to flee off somewhere else, running down the street a few more buildings, before noticing the door to an three story tall office building was open.

Shelter.

Without thinking beyond that single word, Emily changed course and darted into the nearby office building. Quickly looking around, the shaking woman tried to find a hiding spot. There wasn’t much, save for a few crates nearby somewhat close to the door next to one of the pillars holding up the floor above it.

She spotted something massive rushing through the air in front of the building, the shadow only briefly cloaking the building in darkness. It was like a bomb had gone off down the block, as an explosion of dust blew past the window; making it harder than see than before due to the night fog mixing in with it. Some of the dust blew in through the open doors, causing the young woman’s eyes to close for a moment, rubbing at them with the back of her arm.

A faint coughing sound was heard nearby, as Emily turned and spotted the other unknown man from the earlier group hiding a bit closer in front of her against a few desks that were set up; his head peeking just around the corner. Looking at her in fear, before glaring and gesturing for her as if to. . .to. . .leave?!

“Pssst, git! Git out of ‘ere! She’ll find me if she saw you come in–” The young man froze as he looked past Emily towards the outside, causing her to look as well.

Standing right in front of the building were two large feet, clad in a pair of gray socks that stopped just below the ankles and they were facing them from outside.

For a moment, Emily couldn’t look away or move, looking at the subtle shifting of toes. The largest toe being roughly around half her height, but much thicker. The others were massive as well, though the details were hard to make out due to the combination of the dust from down the street and night-time fog, although she could see a bit of exposed dark skin right above the socks. However, they weren’t in view for long, as they turned and one took a step back. . .only to be replaced by a knee. The other followed suit, before the titan slowly started to crawl backwards.

The dark green pants looked as if it had fake blood smeared across it, at least Emily hoped it was fake, before a hand was seen pressed against the road. There was more ‘fake’ blood seen across their bare lower arms, but their hands seemed oddly clean. For a moment Emily saw the woman’s ample bosom hanging over the street as well. A simple black sleeveless tank top of sorts, with some sort of sports bra just barely peeking out the top of it.

However, she felt as if her heart had jumped into her throat as the gigantic woman outside lowered her head towards the ground. Half of their face was seen, turned to the side while peeking in through the large slightly dusty windows.

The woman had messy black hair, tied up in a messy ponytail, draped over her shoulder. She was wearing some sort of black and white make-up. An almost classical skeleton face painted upon her features, yet there was a slight glow to it all like the type one might expect to see in glow-in-the-dark-paint. One of her eyes could be seen, a pale lunar orb color with no pupil in sight.

The eye was slowly scanning the inside of the building, half-closed and seemed focused. . .

The dust had started to really settle into the building, with Emily trying her best to cover her nose and mouth. Alas, she started to feel that urge to cough rising. Fear going along with it, as she tried her best.

However, she was unable to be silent, a small coughing fit emitted from her; doing her best to muffle it with her arm. Then, she’d feel herself hack up spit, head turned briefly to the side to expel it. . .along with a non-muffled cough.

At once the eye swirled towards her direction, with Emily ducking her head back behind the crates next to the pillar she was hiding behind.

‘No, no, NO!’

Fear. Panic. She felt the very tips of her fingers and toes become cold, as if someone had dunked them into a bucket of ice cold water. A hole started to form within the pit of her stomach, wishing to be anywhere, but where she was now. . .

There was silence, even from the outside world. A few moments passed. . .yet. . .nothing.

For the second time that night, Emily did something that she wished she hadn’t. Yet, she was unable to resist that faint glimmer of hope, even if it was false. The hope that terror outside had decided to move on. Maybe she didn’t exist and this had all been a prank–

The giant had brought their face closer to the large windowed lobby of the three story building. That eye staring right at her, amused and. . .a look of longing within it. However, it was what the gigantic nightmare was doing with her mouth that demanded to be seen.

It was pressed against the twin open doors of the building, the front of her lips a mere foot or two away from making contact. A mixture of black and white lipstick seen on those plush lips of hers, as the ‘skeleton’ painted face woman let them part - giving way to the view that lied beyond.

“Ahhhhhh~”

The chilly night air was replaced almost at once with a warm breeze, as Emily felt the massive figure exhale in a slow manner directly into the entrance of the building. Small bits of paper were blown about in its wake, as the warm breeze carried with it the faint traces of alcohol with something sweet. After a few seconds of exhaling, Emily felt herself become light headed despite the fear from the sudden increase of warmth. Her toes curled within her shoes, clenching her teeth as she fought to try and not move; unable to tear her eyes away from the sight.

How the very tip of that giant tongue was resting against those lips that were roughly the same size as she was. Giving way to a moist cavern that could easily contain her within it, with the faint traces of saliva dripping down the roof of her maw. A small amount of it pooling around near the bottom of her mouth. A bit of it seen slick across the tongue–

A sneeze cut through the air, causing the giant to cease their actions at once. That same pale eye at once darting towards the source of the sound. The young man hidden behind the desks just a few feet in front of where Emily was.

For a time, Emily saw the eye shift between where she was, then, towards where the other survivor was. She realized with a bit of fear, that they seemed to be trying to -choose- between the two of them. Once again, Emily thought of herself as a good person. Someone who would make the right choices. . .

Yet as that large eye darted between the two, she found herself dearly wishing that it would pick him and not her.

The eye settled upon the place where the young man was, with Emily seeing the look of fear cross his features. Looking at Emily, as if begging her to do something. She merely stared back at him, mind blank and unsure of what to do. Then, right as the eye had started to shift back to Emily with that same longing look seen within, the young man screamed and tried to run away.

That eye at once honed in on him, as Emily saw the creature smile - with boulder sized teeth on display as it opened its mouth wider. The air shifted violently as Emily quickly clutched onto the rattling crates as they started to move - as she felt the air in the room being forcefully drawn towards the yawning mouth before them; now open wider than before. Inhaling over time.

The young man fell and started to be dragged back along with bits of paper and other small materials - all of which were drawn into the black abyss that was the titan’s throat. Even as small sheets of paper flew through the air in a noisy manner, they’d seem to find their way into the giant’s mouth. Some caught against her somewhat moist lips, stuck there for a time, before being drawn further in and down her throat - with the giant not once missing a beat as she kept inhaling. The desks seemed bolted to the ground, but were rattling in place.

Emily watched with dread in her heart, as she saw the man try to hold on, only for part of the desk to break with a loud SNAP! Watched as his hands tried to grasp at anything, while looking at her with both fear and anger in his heart; as if blaming her for all of this - letting out a spine chilling scream of terror as he sailed through the air, flailing about like a madman.

For a brief moment, the man was fully inside the giant’s mouth. Time seemed to slow down for Emily, noting every second in awe. How he hung just inches above the tongue. . .large enough to easily trap him within. . .his right arm cutting through a thick strand of saliva–

He vanished, quickly replaced by those boulder sized teeth slamming shut against one another.

A haunting wicked smile etched across her lips, as that single eye of hers that Emily could still see looked down towards her mouth. It redirected itself towards the remaining soul within the now empty building. The smaller woman stared back, only her head peeking around the corner - like a deer caught in headlights.

His screams were heard briefly as the giant parted her lips for half a second, only to close them again. . .then did it again. On the third time it dawned on the frightened woman what was going on. The massive figure outside was toying with the doomed young man as if he was just a piece of food to enjoy. Her jaw tensed at random, with brief moments of something prodding the inside of her cheek. Pushing against it–

Her mouth opened briefly once again, that large tongue of hers easily batting the man around as if he weighed nothing. Flung about that vast living cave in front of the doors. He was pressed against her inner cheek, her teeth slowly closing and sealing him off there. She could hear it, the sound of someone sucking on something; the giant enjoying her human sized treat without care.

All the while, they never once looked away from each other. Emily kept finding her gaze bouncing between the mouth and eye, but nothing else. The giant’s gaze stared at her down. Unblinking in an eerie manner, despite the dust that still hung in the air. What in the hell was she?

It was a question left unanswered, as each time the creature's lips parted, Emily heard those same screams. . .only for it to be muffled when they closed again. There was a difference with each tick of the clock though. He was getting tired out, and from where Emily could see, there seemed to be some manner of bruises across his saliva drenched form. This went on for a few more minutes. Sometimes trapping him between her soft looking lips, before slurping him back within. Another time she opened her mouth and he seemed to be gone, only for a single arm to stick out from beneath her briefly still tongue - large droplets of saliva dripping down his arm as he tried to break free from under it and resurface–

Something had to give. She was just. . .standing here! Watching it all! For the first time she broke eye contact and looked around the place, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what she could do.

It was then she spotted it, a somewhat long thick bit of rope that had been used to tie the crates together. It had loosen from the crates she was hiding behind, giving her an idea. The young woman quickly went to work with shaky hands, untying the knot after fumbling with it for a few seconds. Ripping it free, she figured it was roughly a few dozen feet in length.

Head still somewhat tilted to the side and a few feet away from the entrance, the giant didn’t look away as the young woman slowly started to inch forward. Scared to death, but finding the drive to do something at long last. She knew if the massive figure wanted to, she could have easily reached inside and captured her, yet, she didn’t. It all a sick game to her, but it also meant

Emily felt she could do something.

Foolish, but with a slight sense of hope felt in her chest, she started to make a hasty make-shift noose with the end of the rope. The giant made no motion to move, merely rolling the scared person within her closed maw. . .but then, she did something different once Emily was a dozen or so feet away.

Her jaw tense for a moment, before Emily heard a powerful sucking sound. She watched in horror as she heard a sound that meant what she was about to do was all for naught - as a loud almost echoing–

GLURK!

She saw a lump make its way down the woman’s throat and vanished once reaching the top of her collar bone. That brief flickering hope she felt about to die within her chest. . .

Only for it to be felt as the giant opened her mouth wide - presenting the man was still within, but a lack of saliva now seen inside. Emily figured she had swallowed it, before presenting her food for the terrified woman to behold.

He seemed almost stuck to the tongue, his body still dripping with saliva, that massive tongue slick with it. The giant stuck her tongue out partly, that eye fixated upon her, as if daring her to try. The young man had several bruises about his form, out of breath, and looked as if he was in a daze - the will to struggle and fight beaten out of him by whatever she had done to him within that living cavern he was trapped in.

Her grip tightened on the rope, before she tried swinging it around and throwing it. . .only for it to land a few feet away from the mouth. As she reeled it in, she noticed the tongue retract slightly into her mouth.

‘No. . .no, she isn’t. . .’

Emily gave it another go, this time watching as it slapped against the giant’s bottom lip; who didn’t even seem phased by it, but her tongue withdrew just a bit more into her mouth. The small woman gripped the rope tightly, knowing what was happening - as she quickly started spinning the make-shift lasso within her grasp. She was scared. . .knees weak and her legs ready to give out at any time.

The beaten young man seemed to notice what Emily was doing at long last, one arm peeling away from the surface of that pink living beast, a trembling hand held out to her.

With that sight before her, Emily found herself with renewed strength as she threw the rope further towards his hand. Hope was still there!

The lasso made its mark, landing against the top part of the young man’s arm. Who had gripped it and shaky stuck his arm through the small noose. As soon as he did, Emily pulled and watched as her plan worked and it tightened around his wrist.

‘I can do this! I CAN DO THIS!’

The words echoed within her mind, as she felt a pure rush of adrenaline surge through her body, her body tensed and ready to yank hard–

Without warning, the lips sealed shut, that wicked grin from earlier reappearing on the giant’s features - before she felt a tug on the rope forcing her a foot or two forward. Emily tried to plant her feet firmly against the carpet office floor, gripping the rope with all her might as to not let go. She had caught it just in time that there was only a foot or so of rope behind her, the rest laid loose on the ground between her and where the other end went; directly into the giant’s maw.

There was a tug. The lips parted, and there was a moan of pain heard within, as Emily spotted the young man still attached to the rope being drawn into the dressed up woman’s mouth. It grew tense as most of the rope was dragged between her lips. The looming threat of that dark abyss at the back of her mouth was seen, where he was currently being dragged towards.

A puff of warm air fell above and to the side, as Emily noticed she was now just a few feet away from the giant’s face - the living horror breathing through her nose whenever closing her mouth with her treat still contained within.

Uncaring, the giant continued their little ‘game’ as it were, as Emily was forced forward with another slurp from the giant. The young man now at the back of her tongue, with their would be savior now just a foot away from it - past the double doors and outside once again. The night wind blew across her, causing her hair to be blown about, but she didn’t care for it. She was downright terrified, yet couldn’t stop. She had to do something. She had to–

With an almost playful wiggle, the tongue scooped the man further back into the back of her mouth, causing him to give one final pitfully scream, as he tumbled over the edge head first into the back of her throat. Without closing her mouth, the colossal woman’s throat flexed while her jaw tensed.

GLURK, GLURK, GLURK

With each audible gulp, the man vanished from view. His body bending backwards as his head and shoulders were forced into the awaiting gullet of the monster. The second drew him in further up to his waist. . .with the final one sealed his fate and his entire body was no longer seen. Just the rope leading over the edge that Emily still clutched.

Unaware of it, Emily had found herself with one foot pressed against the bottom lip of the beast’s plush painted lips of black and white. Breathing heavily as she tried to maintain her grip on the rope as she saw it quickly dragged across the wet surface of that weighted tongue, and over the edge of it and straight down her throat where the man had disappeared into.

There was only a few feet of rope left, before Emily found herself tugged forward. Her midsection collided with the giant’s lower lip, almost knocking the wind out of her as she let go of the rope at last. The pale skinned woman watched as the rope whipped across the surface of that large tongue, before vanishing over the edge. . .

The same feeling felt within her heart, as her hope died with the last thing connected to the man vanishing from sight. For a moment, uncaring to the fact that the upper lip was slowly starting to get closer as the dark skin woman began to close it. . .seeming ready to trap Emily between them. Her warm breath washed over her as she heard a gurgling sound emitting from the back of the darkness ahead–

“NO!”

The scream erupted from her lips as she found the strength to push herself away from the somewhat moist pair of lips, just in time to see them seal in front of her. The beast of the night smiled at her, almost pleased at her reaction. As if wanting her to struggle, for just a bit longer.

Tearing herself away, Emily found the will to live as she rocketed down the street - cutting through the dusty fog before her. Praying for something to save her. To hide. For it to all be over and see the next sun rise.

It somewhat dawned on her as she made it to the corner of the block and kept sprinting down the street, that the explosion had been the large black boots the larger being was wearing earlier. They had collided with a once several story building, with most of it now in ruins as the boots rested before it. One of them had fallen on its side, with the dark entrance to her side, as she felt a lingering heat dwell from within it.

Another scream escaped her as she saw something sail overhead, before planting itself in front of her. That same sock-clad foot had gotten ahead of her, as with a few steps, the nightmare had caught up to her, gently placing it’s foot in front of Emily - who was unable to stop in time; as she ran straight into the back of the heel. The solid wall of flesh refused to yield, as there was a brief flash of pain felt in her face and the front of her body when running face first into the sturdy heel. Falling onto her rear, she could taste a bit of something copper within her mouth, but there was little time to focus on it as she saw the heel lift off the ground - with the ball of her foot and toes remaining where they were, displaying the arch of her sole to the trembling woman.

The owner’s foot was slightly broad, that much Emily could tell. The somewhat thin ankle sock clung to the curves of it, remaining like that for a time as she didn’t even bother to look up or behind her - unable to look away from what was before her.

The sound of cotton being dragged across something reached her ears, as the foot slowly moved closer to her while keeping its heel raised.

‘Get up. Run. STAND. RUN!’

Despite her mind screaming at her, the events from earlier had left her shaken and unable to process what was going on. Only to let out a scream as she saw the sole of the foot above descend downward on her.

She fell onto her back with her arms raised in a futile attempt to stop death from reaching her. Then, she was buried under the sole of the large foot. She felt pain and the act of breathing difficult, trapped between it and the asphalt of the road she had been running down.

Yet, she was alive.

Somehow, despite all odds she was alive. . .but that didn’t mean she was out of the woods. She felt as if she was a few seconds away from being crushed. Every part of her cried out in pain, her mouth opened to scream only to get a taste of warm cotton in her mouth. Dominated by the giant in so many ways. The weight resting upon her. . .the warmth threatening to make her start sweating. The natural scent of the massive woman’s foot filled her senses, as there were faint lingering traces of sweat mixed in with some sort of strawberry lotion. She’d almost laugh at noting that, if she wasn’t in so much pain at the moment.

Then, she felt it shift and move backwards, as she was forced to be rolled across the gigantic sole; a full ‘tour’ given as she found herself rolled back and forth under it. With each time she felt as if her arms were about to break. Her ribs were close to cracking.

Emily survived it, but not without harm. She could feel aches all across her body, more so when she was pinned under the ball of her foot, then rolled back all the way down the sole, a muffle scream of fear muffled by the sock-clad foot, as it lazily, yet ‘gently’ would grind her under it’s heel. Before long, she found herself under the arch of where the things toes were. Out of breath and seeing spots, as she felt as if she was about to pass out. The foot lifted, as the chill night air swept under it, causing her to gasp and sputter. She turned her head, still somewhat trapped under the foot, and tried to crawl forward.

There were still two more out there. They were looking for a way to save her, right? The giant hadn’t caught them yet. No way. They were well ahead of her, no doubt calling the police and finding a way to help her–

The toes started to lower on top of her, ready to seal her fate.

She gathered as much air as she could within her lungs, as she felt the candle of her life start to wane down to the last second.

Then, with all her heart and soul, she screamed and thrashed about. Refusing to let it end this way, her fists punched upwards against the underside of the clothed toes. Punching, scratching, clawing at it all as if it’d do any good. The scream was a mix of fear and rage, lost in a whirlwind of emotions as she lashed out with everything she had. She wasn’t even sure what she was shouting. It was all babble lost in the moment, as she fought tooth and nail to ensure she survived.

The toes ceased descending after a few seconds of her fighting back, remaining poised overhead.

She didn’t let up, her legs trapped under the ball of the foot. Slamming fists and arms against the arched toes over head.

Emily felt the weight lift from her lower body as the foot slowly slid back - freeing her from her fate under the five large digits that were able to end her.

She was panting. Almost out of breath as she stared up at the night sky, unable to see the twinkling of stars above due to the damned fog. The only source of light were the nearby street lamps, which one or two were flicking on and off after the destruction the giant had wrought nearby.

The massive figure had shifted into a low crouch, her rear end hovering not too far off the ground. Her knees bent as she’d rest her lower arms on top of her thighs. Staring directly down at her. The flickering light nearby gave brief hints to her face, with the dust gone and the fog starting to thin she could make out the features of her tormentor.

A feeling of dread filled her, as she looked up at the billboard sized face staring down at her. She felt as if a hand was clutching at her heart, squeezing it with its icy cold fingers.

It was dawning on her she might know who it was, yet, it couldn’t be. It was insane. There was no way.

The blight before her reached a large hand down the front of her top, searching for something within. Once finding it, she withdrew said hand and brought it somewhat close to the flickering light, as if wanting to show Emily what was in it.

Trapped within a closed fist was the last unknown girl and Tom.

‘How? They were ahead of me. There’s no way. THERE IS NO WAY!’

Both looked as if they were close to passing out, with a bit of blood dribbling down the side of Tom’s face. His hair was a mess and looked zoned out. The woman trapped alongside was weakly thrashing about, not even screaming. Both of them only had their heads and shoulders exposed. The rest of their bodies trapped within the closed fist.

The giant shifted her thumb, letting it hover just a foot or so above the heads of the remaining group she had caught.

Again, that cursed smile was seen splitting across the giant’s lips - those pale lunar eyes staring Emily down. Like before, not even sparing a glance towards the soon to be victims. The thumb slowly came down, pausing as it touched the top of their heads. The woman kept thrashing about, screaming with a hoarse throat. Tom weakly moved, but couldn’t do much, not even seeming to know where he was.

Emily could do nothing, having spent the last of her energy fighting for the right to remain among the living, and watched as the large thumb seemed to fondling stroke the top of their heads.

“Don’t. . .please. . .”

It was unclear if the giant didn’t hear or didn’t care, as the thumb then slowly pressed down on them both; tucking them firmly within her fist as her thumb rested flat against her index finger. Those large digits squirmed and shifted, toying with the two helpless people within her grasp. Then, they grew tense and started to curl further inward against the palm of her hand.

She could hear the sound of those tree sized fingers rubbing against one another, along with the faint scratching sound of her thumb’s nail digging slightly against the side of her index finger.

Then, there was silence. Just the two of them staring at eachother as the titan-sized terror shifted her arm to rest against the top of her thigh, her fist still closed. Any hope she held before was fully erased with that final act, despite figuring out who had been chasing her through the fog that night.

“Please say this is a joke. . .please. . .”

She was only greeted with the same twisted grin above her.

“Why. . .Tiffany, WHY?!”

She watched as the gigantic form of her coworker moved to stand upright. Tiffany stared down at her with an amused expression, as the fog started to thin and a hint of moonlight pierced through at last. Dressed in a rather simple ruined attire, with fake splotches of blood across her shirt and pants, and her face painted like a skeleton - her friend looked down at her. Speaking at long last, she whispered, yet it demanded all of her attention due to its volume and silence around them.

“. . .because I think you still got a few screams left in you, and I want to hear them~”

She’d start to kneel again, the hand not containing the group she had come with reaching down for her. A slightly wild look was seen in her eyes, grinning down at her.

She gathered as Emily let out another scream of terror that echoed up and down the empty streets, as her massive friend’s hand wrapped around her frail form - sealing her away in darkness. With Emily wishing she had taken any other way home than the one she had chosen tonight. . .