I'd never been in this position before, where I had something good that I was afraid of losing. In spite of being afraid of losing out on being able t... live there, I really did want to see what she was hiding under that thick mop of jet black hair. I had been changing that way lately too, thinking a lot more about women, even the sisters at the orphanage. The more I played with myself, the more I seemed to think about those kinds of things."Could you show me really quick? I've never seen one. No, the local threat was something much more frightening. Bisondul had a giantess.The beast of a woman stood well above even some of the taller trees in the woods, nearly thirty meters in height, though that was only the estimate of one of the king’s scholars. Despite being quite lovely, what would have been a fair maiden of blue eyes and blond hair and pale skin, this monster was filthy, obscene in her nudity, and—perhaps worst of all—sentient enough to be rude, obnoxious, and quite demanding.. Going into my own home at last, there are the familiar smells of home, but an odd, empty aura too.The message light on my answer phone is blinking. I had told people that I would be away so I wasn't really expecting much. Four calls. They all turn out to be from Angela."Jenny, call me as soon as you're back. You've no idea how anxious I've been about you and how keen I've been to hear about your research." BEEP "Hi, Jenny. It's the Prof. Really keen to talk to you. Call me." BEEP "Jenny, I'm. “Come with us!” They hiss. Dragging the struggling redhead into the passage. They forced her through a twisty warren of crumbling brick hallways.They bring her to a large candle lit room. Before some sort of alter to a deformed rat god.Her clothes are grabbed by many furry hands. Tugging and tearing her scant cloths away. Hands that force her to her knees.“Time to worship.” The biggest of the rats tells her. Grabbing her hair and forcing her to look up at the grotesque statue.Then he shoves her.