You're not sure if the goddess heard you, but you feel her reply; she rolls you between her fingertips, and you feel all too well the grinding of your bones. Then the pressure is removed, and you fall.
The warm surface upon which you land turns out to be the palm of the giantess' other hand. You don't realise this straight away, being too concerned with regaining your breath and cradling your broken limbs.
Fingers curl up around you, surrounding you in a cage of flesh. Above, the terrible, beautiful face looks down, smiling. What has she got planned now?
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