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CW: cruel, dehumanized tiny, brief mentions of extreme cruelty but nothing in detail
Music sensation Seren Fairchild struggles to get the perfect audio sample for his upcoming album.
“Least I got some wiggle room, eh?” Seren questioned, peering down at his chest, where a small shape that used to be a person sat bound by its arms by gold chain, spread eagle as it was held aloft by the necklace Seren wore.
“Got more than you, at least. We feeling more cooperative yet?”
Seren did his best to be subtle about boosting the sensitivity of his recording microphone in front of him, but the little thing was stubborn and, annoyingly, very perceptive. Two tiny eyes in a pea-sized face glared up at him with enough electric, spiteful vitriol that it could have powered most of the coast if it wasn’t coming from someone the size of a triple-A battery.
Not a peep out of it still. What a shame. It had a lovely voice, hence why it was here in the first place…
Well that, and it was threatening to overtake him in the charts. Couldn’t have that.