She couldn't quite wrap her head around what her eyes were showing her.

It was unreal, this wasn't possible, but her eyes...it had to be happening.

Her body started shaking as she realised what was happening to her, what she was experiencing. Even very good drugs wouldn't give her hallucinations this real, she wouldn't be able to feel the breathing, or smell the breath...

The taste of her blood after she bit her tongue wouldn't be there...right?

The giant under her moved, she screamed, clawing at the bare skin of its body as she tumbled down its side.
Her fall wasn't stopped by her nails however, as she collapsed in a heap onto the giants arm.
The girl started crying where she sat, too scared to move, clueless as to how or why she was there.

"This can't be happening to me." She sobbed, scrunching the material of her dress.

Her shoes had fallen off of her, possibly during her fall. The heels had hurt her feet, but she remembered how estatic she had been when she saw herself in the mirror that morning. Her dress looked gorgeous, and her mother's necklace - that seemed to be gone also. All that remain of her attire was her dress, the beautiful white dress that pooled around her body in creases of silky fabric that slid along her legs and rustled softly when she moved.

She pictured her fiancé, dressed in his rented tux as he awaited her arrival at the altar. The priest standing behind him patiently, he was the same priest that had married her older sister, and his father had married her mother -

"This was supposed to be perfect! And-"

She slipped into the giants elbow, trapped, crushed.
Her cries became shrieks as she was engulfed in muscle as the giant shifted again this time, conscious, aware of what he believes to be on of his sisters dolls lying against his side.
He sighed and grabbed the thing that was causing him uncomfortable, letting it fall to his floor as he turned over to try and get some more sleep.

The girl couldn't even scream as she was crushed in the strong grip of the giant, and then sent hurdling down to a mountain of what she could only guess to be clothing. She landed roughly, rolling onto a hard floor.

She closed her eyes and wished hopelessly that she would wake up once again in the bathroom, she didn't even care if she missed the ceremony altogether, she just wanted to go home.

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