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Flora carefully took off, trying not to give off any light, but at that moment behind her—up near the ceiling where rusty cables stretched and moldy webs hung—there was a rustle, like someone had shifted a bag of trash… only in midair.
Flora jerked with her whole body.
Her heart skipped, her wings instinctively flared with a bright green light, lighting up the entire basement for a moment like a sudden magnesium flash. She immediately tried to dim the glow, but it was too late.
— Hey, what the… — Rico rasped, lifting his head. His eyes widened when he saw the tiny figure hovering under the ceiling. — Boss! There’s… there’s something flying!
The tall man in the coat spun around sharply, his hand darting under the hem of his coat, but Flora had already shot upward, weaving between pipes and wires, trying to reach the exit of the room and then the crack she had come through. Her wings buzzed at their limit, throwing green reflections onto the bubbling boxes with the colony.
In flight, her overly lush tits bounced under the white top so hard that she herself lost her rhythm for a moment. But worse than that, the crown of white-and-pink flowers slid to the side, caught on a wire, and painfully yanked her hair in the ponytail.
— Ow… — she hissed through clenched teeth, stopping to fix the decoration.
— Catch her! — the boss barked in a cold voice, as if sensing the perfect moment.
Rico didn’t hesitate and shot his arm forward. Out of the corner of her eye, Flora saw it and managed to think that the fat guy was just waving his fist, but the arm suddenly stretched in a split second, like rubber, lengthening—and almost immediately the fingers closed around her tiny body. She squealed in surprise, trying to break free, but the grip was iron.
— Let go! — she squeaked, and immediately got angry at her own squeak.
— Oh! Got her! — Rico breathed out happily. — Look, boss! It’s a… a fairy!
Flora thrashed.
Her wings flailed, but they were pinned to her back. Her heels scratched his palm, and she felt how the little shoes uselessly slid, finding no support.
— Let go, you pig! — she kept squeaking, realizing she sounded like a little hysterical toy. Or even worse.
Rico giggled.
— She swears! — He brought his clenched hand closer to his face, examining her like a rare butterfly. — Wow… a real one… like from a fairy tale…
The tall man in the coat stepped closer. A dark silhouette slid through the red glow of the biomass.
— Who are you? — he said coldly. — Are you from the “heroes”?
Flora froze in Rico’s fist, feeling his hot breath wash over her face. Panic surged: the tiny body was trapped in the vise of his fingers, her wings pressed so tightly that the light in them almost went out. She tried to take a deeper breath, but the white swimsuit top stretched even tighter, reminding her of every hateful detail of this body.