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The cold, hard ground was the first thing I became aware of as I slowly came to. Blinking, I tried to clear my vision, but nothing worked. Why was everything so blurry? Why did my limbs feel so numb?

I tried to stand up, but bashed my head against the ceiling. Rubbing my head, I sat down heavily, leaning my shoulders against a wall just as cold and rough as the floor. Wait a moment. Someone had taken away my clothes. What was going on? Where _was_I?

Beginning to feel a distinct edge of panic, I tried to get a bead on where I had been taken. As far as I could tell, I was in a large empty warehouse or hangar of some sort. There were no windows or openings--what time of day, or even what day it was were total mysteries.

I'd thought I was alone, but I was able to focus my eyes enough to see several individuals pacing back and forth along the far wall. Trying to protect my modesty as best I could, I crawled unsteadily toward the closest one. I only made it a dozen feet or so before one of the individuals, a grey wolf, noticed, freezing and pointing a gun at me. I stopped hastily, eyes wide in shock.

"Don't move any closer! I'm warning you!" he barked.

"Wait--wait, don't do anything!" I held out a hand in caution. "Please. What's going on? Where am I? Where are my clothes? Where are my parents? What do you want with me?"

The wolf grunted. "We aren't supposed to be talking with the detainee. You won't be getting anything from me,"

The fear was beginning to subside, replaced by a dull rage. Detainee? Those fucking bastards had knocked me out, kidnapped me from my own home, drugged me, and stripped me. They were going to pay.

My hand darted out to grab up the wolf and give him a good shake, but a there was a loud crack and sharp pain arced across my knuckles. I yelped, withdrawing my hand.

"That fucking stung!" I whimpered, glowering over at the panda standing across the room who'd shot at me. He was dressed in a similar fashion to the wolf. How many of them were there? Clearly, there was some sort of organized effort here.

Returning my attention to the wolf, I snapped, "You need to give me answers. This isn't okay by any stretch of the imagination. I want to--"

The rest of my rant was cut off by the metallic whir of one of the hangar doors opening. The thugs around me snapped to attention as a heavyset cougar strode into the room, flanked by yet more thugs. Were they private guards? Military? I had no clue. All I knew was that even though this guy wasn't even as tall as my palm was wide, something about his presence scared the living daylights out of me.

"Against the wall," the cougar snapped.

Wordlessly complying, I crouched against the wall, startled and intimidated. I watched slack-jawed as the cougar clambered up a set of stairs to a network of platforms and catwalks about shoulder-height to me as I sat. He stood beside my shoulder, absorbed in the clipboard he was carrying.

"Can I talk to my parents? Can I see Mom and Dad?" I asked hesitantly, looking over at him.

No response.

"Could you get me something to wear? Or at least to cover up? I feel really, er, exposed,"

No response.

"What's going on? Who are you?"

The cougar looked over at someone who had come up to stand beside him. "Did you get her measurements? All of them? Good. Have them ready for Hawthorne when he arrives,"

"Are you even listening to me?" I rapped a finger on the guardrail, causing the nearest thug to bristle and tighten his grip on his firearm. "My_measurements_? What--what have you been doing to me?"

"Tests. Nothing much," the cougar responded brusquely, not bothering to make eye contact. "We had to wait until consciousness to finish up,"

"You can't do this! I never gave you permission,"

"This isn't about permission. We don't need permission. This is about fulfilling the mission,"

My lip curled and I drew away from the cougar in shock. "No... no... what do you mean..."

I would have kept going, but the cougar evidently decided it was time to leave. He clambered down from the scaffold and made his way toward the doors. My hand slammed down, blocking his way.

"I want some godsdamn answers," I snarled.

"Shoot her if she doesn't move her hand," the cougar stated flatly. He sounded almost bored with the whole situation.

"What?" my hand drew back.

I wanted to cry. Any modicum of control I had over my life was gone. I was trapped here: no friends, no family, nothing.

"She's clearly unstable. Dangerous, even," the cougar said coolly. "Restrain her,"

I exclaimed in protest, but felt the all-too familiar jab in my ankle. Everything started going fuzzy. I tried to swipe at that motherfucking cougar, but I could no longer move my arms.

Once again, everything faded to black.

*****

For the amount my hospital bill would probably come to, you'd think the personnel could find it in themselves to shell out for more than three incredibly boring channels on the television. I had to entertain myself by switching between a station showing some sort of golf tournament and another which was apparently nothing but a loop of boats coming and going from a harbor. The best. It hardly distracted me from the dull throbbing in my chest. Tab's parents would be paying for my wonderful stay at Providence Medical Center, I would make damn sure of that.

The dovess who had been taking care of me walked into the room carrying a clipboard. "Good morning, Ciaran," she said.

"Morning, Nurse Schirle," I returned her smile. Would it be weird to ask if she could be my surrogate mother? She'd been so good to me. But then again, I supposed that was her job. Whether she would do that for someone like me when not on the clock was a different story entirely.

"Doc says you're all good to go whenever you're ready! Your guardian is waiting for you whenever you're all set. Don't worry, there's no rush," she said, rearranging the magazines on my bedside table.

Guardian? A confused frown flashed across my face, but I returned to a mask of neutrality before the nurse noticed. Whoever this 'guardian' was, he or she was bound to be better than my biological parents. But I didn't want to raise any suspicions that I was leaving with someone I didn't really know.

"I think I'm ready to go now, thanks," I nodded.

Nurse Schirle nodded and helped me collect my things and find my way out of the ward and to the waiting room in the front portion of the hospital. Leaning against the wall was a handsome red fox in a dark suit. He smiled thinly, straightening up as I hobbled over to him.

"Roger!" I beamed before adding in a hushed tone, "I didn't think I'd see you again,"

Roger gave me a mercurial look before gesturing for me to follow him, nodding his acknowledgement to the nurse on our way out. I waved farewell to the dovess, smiling at her as I left. Once we were out in the street, the fox pulled me aside.

"Okay, for one thing, I'm not Roger," he said. "My name's Warren. I'm Roger's twin brother,"

I blinked, numbly shaking the offered hand. "Roger has a twin?"

They looked terrifyingly similar. I get that whole twin shtick. But this was some seriously uncanny shit. Same piercing green eyes, same auburn fur, same perpetually tousled hair... Exactly identical. It was completely terrifying.

"I get that a lot. But I'm the better twin. Trust me," Warren grinned craftily. "Anyway, I'm here for a couple of reasons,"

"Can you take me away from my parents? Can you take me away from Tabitha?"

Warren smiled sympathetically. "I'm so sorry about all that. I know it doesn't really matter what I say, but I am. Nobody deserves that,"

I sank to the ground against the side of the hospital, hugging my knees to my sore chest. My rib twinged sharply, provoking a pained grunt. "I loved her--I love her. But she... she hurt me,"

Warren sat down next to me, draping an arm over my shoulder and pulling me against his side. "She did. But I'm sure she feels horrible about it. I know she does. She carried you all the way here and waited for hours until she got word about how you were doing,"

"Maybe she just shouldn't have flicked me. I keep telling her to be more careful. It's scary," I frowned. "Wait a sec. How do you know all that?"

Warren grinned in that crafty way again. "I work for MX4. It's my job to know a disturbing amount of shit about everything and everyone," his face grew serious. "But that's also why I'm here. Sort of. Tangentially,"

For all of the suave secret agent vibes he was working so hard on exuding, Warren was pretty damn easy to read. And boy was he getting fidgety. Whatever he was building towards, he just needed to spit it out.

"How's that?" I prodded.

"It has to do with Tab. See, she's... gone missing,"

My brow furrowed. "What's going on? Is she in danger?"

Furious as I was about Tab, I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. But why was Warren approaching me about all of it?

"We need to get Tabitha back. And I can't do it alone," the red fox said.

"Well, you've clearly picked the right guy for the job," I snorted, gesturing at my chest. "Don't you have a bunch of... agents or operatives or whatever to do the job? I'm not exactly trained in rescue missions or whatever,"

Warren's expression was deadly serious. "I need to be totally honest with you on this. So hear me out.

"What we are going to do isn't exactly legal. Nope. Not at all. Not even my usual 'marginally legal' thing. We're talking hardcore treason. And all as a favor for my bro. Good gods. I'm too nice.

"I have reason to believe that Tabitha is being held at a secret Bureau of Defense facility. There are some people in a group there who been working on some sort of project dealing with giants.

"I haven't been able to learn all that much about what they're doing or why--it's all insanely classified, and I don't have that many resources at the moment. What I do know is that it's got something to do with big folks. And it isn't anything all that positive, from what I can tell.

"Yesterday evening at 2100 hours, Tabitha was apprehended by a group of operatives and taken to an unknown location.

"My, er, inside source was able to get me the location of the facility, which is nearby. She should be there. I'm going to extract her tonight, and I need your help. It's going to be dangerous. But my partner is otherwise occupied and I don't have anyone else to go to about this,"

It was all a lot to process. Conspiracies and extraction missions and... good gods. Too much to take in. It all sounded dangerous, and why would I want to risk my neck for someone who'd just put me in the hospital? Still, I loved Tabitha dearly. I truly did. Oh, gods...

"You probably shouldn't have told me it would be dangerous," I muttered.

Warren gave me a meaningful look. I cracked.

"Fine. I'll do it. I have no idea how I could _possibly_be of use, but I'll try," I said, kicking myself inwardly as I heard the words coming out of my mouth. Why did I have to be so obliging?

Warren got to his feet. "Thank you. Now, we've got a lot of preparations to take care of before the extraction,"

I was in so far over my head.

*****

At first, I thought I was paralyzed. Blinking into a hazy consciousness, I tried to make my limbs obey, but to no avail. As my vision cleared, I looked down the length of my prone body. A frown creased my brow. Those little bastards had bound me to the ground with dozens of lengths of thick steel cable. I tried flexing and straining against the bonds, but to no avail. I couldn't budge. My captors were meticulous, I'd give them that much.

"I see the boys have made you comfortable," came a voice from the other side of the room. This wasn't the bored drawl of the cougar I'd had the distinct pleasure of meeting earlier. This was someone new. His voice was ice--harsh and cold and biting.

"Fuck you," I intoned, trying hard to maintain a façade of indifference. How did Ciaran do it--detach himself from everything when things were going to shit? I needed that right at that moment.

The clicking of shoes against the cold concrete floor approached and I craned my neck to see the owner of that chilling voice. He was a red fox; for a split second, I thought it was Roger. But it couldn't be. His russet fur was a few shades darker than Roger's auburn pelt. This fox was powerfully built, with a cruel thrust to his jaw and fiery amber eyes. A scar tracing along his cheek only served to further harden his features. He smirked at me before glancing over his shoulder. The cougar intimidated me, but this newcomer filled me with a deep, unsettling terror.

"Why don't you all clear out. Give Gullivette here and me some peace and quiet. Todd needs his alone time,"

I'd almost rather that the thugs stayed. At least they were people other than this fox. Kept me from being alone with him. He was creepy as fuck and he referred to himself in the third person. That's two strikes right there.

"My, my. They'd told me you were pretty. But they didn't tell me you're actually quite beautiful," the fox commented, studying me impassively, that perpetual smirk planted firmly on his lips.

"Shut up," I snapped.

"Feisty one, aren't you?" he said. "Cramer told me to expect that. What a pity. I'd hoped to have our little tête-à-tête without all those bulky restraints. But now I've been told that in light of recent misbehavior on your part, I suppose I have to... tame you, too,"

"Untie me. Now," I snapped.

If I asserted myself, I reasoned, maybe I could feel as if I had some semblance of control over the situation.

"You should've thought about that before you decided to harass my poor colleague,"

I pondered informing Todd that the situation had in fact been completely the opposite, but knew that would prove fruitless. That fox would do whatever he pleased regardless. Gods, I wanted to swat him. Put him in his place.

Todd stepped closer to my face. "You really are lovely. You know, I had a whole list of things we needed to go over, but can think of a few amendments that should be made,"

As he reached out to put a hand on my lip, I snarled and tried to bite his fucking arm off. Todd was too fast. He shook his head at me, arching a brow disapprovingly. I yelped in surprise and pain as a powerful current suddenly coursed through my body for a few moments.

"You have to admire the ingenuity of the work done here. See, my boys got you all secured nice and tight. But they also ensured your cooperation. It's simple, really. You behave, everything's fine. But if you do something... foolish, well..."

Another electric jolt surged through my body. There were tears in my eyes as I looked back at the insufferably smug fox.

"Who are you all?"

"Well, I collect my paychecks from the Bureau of Defense. But I'm here for a... personal call. See, the country is broken. Well, the world is, frankly, but you gotta start somewhere. Some, ah, like-minded individuals and I have a plan to change it all. A plan that happens to involve you. And if I can exploit my Bureau connections to further my mission--my calling--on the sly? Well, all the better,"

"What are you here for?"

"I get things done," Todd said simply, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. "I can be very persuasive. I'll have you know I've only completely broken five or six individuals. Let's hope we don't make seven today. You'd be no use to me as a gibbering imbecile. Full disclosure: I've never worked with a giantess before. So don't worry too much if things are a little bumpy at first. All part of the learning curve,"

"What do you want?" I hissed.

Todd stroked his chin. "What do I want? What do I want?"

The fox approached my shoulder, clambering on brazenly. At first, I was too stunned to react. I tried to shake him off, but it was to no avail; the bonds were too tight. He was on_me. He was climbing on my body. I fought back tears as I felt him walking around like he fucking owned me. Ciaran had clambered all over me, but that was with my permission. That had felt good. This was _violation.

Todd made his lazy way across my shoulder, sitting down and making himself comfortable with his back leaning against my bosom and his feet resting on my collarbone. I craned my neck to look at him, glowering.

"Get off me," I spat, trying to sum up any menace remaining within me. It was difficult.

Still another surge coursed painfully through me.

"Don't interrupt. Now. What do I want. What does everyone want in life?" Todd sighed theatrically, resuming his musings. "A good job, a nice house..."

"You know what I fucking mean, you little sh--"

Jolt. Todd shrugged, raising a brow. My vision blurred with tears.

"You're really slow with the learning curve there," he sighed. "I really don't like being interrupted. But you know what, I can modify my approach. I'm a flexible guy. And I want you to feel... good,"

I didn't like his tone. And I liked what followed even less. Getting to his feet, Todd made the way to the top of my breast (Not exactly a major feat; I wasn't all that ample in the chest department). He kneeled down and began to massage my nipple, staring at me the whole time.

"That better?" he cooed. "You know, I don't really have any questions for you. I just wanted to bring you in for a little... check-up. See how things are progressing,"

Check-up? Progress? What was this fox going on about?

"Stop doing that,"

Todd laughed, stopping for a moment in his massage. "No,"

I blinked. "Stop _doing_that,"

Jolt. More insistent this time.

"I trust you heard me the first time. I need to make sure that everything is in working order. Ensure that we got our return on investment,"

Todd paused to lick my now-erect nipple, not once breaking eye contact. I couldn't look away. In a fucked-up way, it felt good, I supposed. Physically, at least. My body was receiving stimulus and responding with chemical signals. But it wasn't good. I struggled with every fiber of my being against my bonds, but I couldn't do anything.

"There are so many things I want to do to you. So many things I'm going to do to you. But I suppose I have all the stupid procedural things to figure out. But I have to motivate myself to get through all of that boring nonsense," Todd slid down to the base of my neck. "I'm going to kiss you now. If you do anything, I will hurt you. Again. Heh,"

I was paralyzed. I knew he would. That bastard could do anything he wanted with me, and I was utterly powerless to do anything about it. All the same, I refused to let Todd know how scared and angry he made me as I felt him plant a kiss on my lower lip.

"Anyone ever tell you what a terrible kisser you are?" the fox scoffed, making his way back down along my chest. "That won't make playing with you any less fun. I mean, that wasn't our original intent for you, but side benefits don't hurt... ah, but I share too much,"

"I just want to go home. I want my Dad and Mom. I want Ciaran. Please, just let me go," I exploded.

Todd turned around, a filthy grin on his evil, evil face. "I can be your Daddy,"

"You fucking bas--"

JOLT. A strong one. I cried out that time, unable to hold it back any longer. Todd's smirk deepened, if that was possible.

"Actually, I guess I lied earlier. I do have a few questions," Todd sighed. "Just procedural stuff. You've been giant for half a year now. How's it going? Any side effects? Dizziness? Shortness of breath? Irregular menstrual cycles? That sort of thing?"

I scowled defiantly, lips sealed. Todd sighed again, pulling out the remote that he'd used to inflict so much pain on me. He relished the instinctive flinch it caused before tucking it away unused.

"I'll play nice this time. Tell you what. You cooperate and I'll show you a world of pleasure unlike anything you could ever imagine. But don't cooperate and, well, let's just say that if you're into kinky electroshock stuff, you'll have a great time,"

"I already have a boyfriend," I blurted stupidly.

Like that would change anything. Yeah, Todd would totally just go 'Oh, really? Sorry!' and back off. Ha. Todd looked at me blankly for a moment before continuing on his way down my chest and torso. Yeah, no effect.

"I'm still waiting for an answer to my question, you know. And as you've learned, I don't value uncooperative people," he sighed, bored.

I sure as hell wasn't going to give him an answer to _any_question.

"What do you want with me?" I begged again.

"Well, I just want you. But _we_have other plans for you soon enough. Don't worry about that just yet. Just... enjoy. I know I'm going to,"

I could feel him standing just under my navel, relishing the moment or something equally creepy and disgusting. I didn't know what was going through his head, and I didn't _want_to, either. Gritting my teeth, I squirmed as hard as I could, not that it made much of a difference. Tears welled in my eyes.

"Please... I don't want this," I whispered wretchedly.

The fox never had a chance to respond. An alarm and a flashing red light over a door in the corner of the room cut off his doubtlessly cruel response. Todd looked irritable, sliding off my stomach with a grumble and striding angrily towards the door.

"I'm going to cut the tail off the fool who pulled that alarm," he snarled.

Just as Todd disappeared out of my field of vision, I felt a gentle pressure against my neck. My heart stopped. Gods. What horrible thing was going to happen?

"Tab! We need to go--now!" hissed a voice coming from somewhere near my ear.