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Giganterra (Chapter 16)

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------ Chapter 16: Contradiction ------

Bianca knew the apothecary with the magic potions was located down in the basement, though she had never been there personally. Glancing around to ensure nobody was observing her, she descended the stone steps into the dank dungeons below. The air was colder down here, and musty from lack of ventilation. The sound of her footsteps pinged off the walls, accompanied by the slow, steady drip of water into a pool somewhere underground. Crackling torches mounted on the walls provided dim, eerie light that made the shadows stretch and dance as if they had a will of their own.

She made it to the bottom of the staircase to find a hallway that stretched into the darkness, lined with wooden doors half-rotted from the damp atmosphere. The unsettling silence was punctuated by the occasional creepy echo, warped beyond recognition as it reverberated down the long passageway. Bianca tiptoed down the hall with an uneasy feeling in her gut, accentuated by the occasional kick from Gio as he fought against her viscera. She found the correct door and opened it with a grating squeal.

Bianca was greeted by the crash of glass breaking. “Confound it!” a male voice swore from within. “Don’t you know how to knock?” She found herself in a gloomy room that was more like a cave, with sloping, uneven walls carved out of the bedrock and an earthen floor. The cavern was cramped and cluttered with stacks of dusty tomes; papers, ink wells, and quills scattered about; beakers, glass vials, mixers, and other lab equipment; and a variety of colorful glowing potions lining the shelves. She recognized the blue anti-digestion serum among the collection.

The giant who was swearing at her turned around, a broken glass beaker soaked with fluid in hand. He was very tall and muscular, with green eyes and dull rusty hair. When he saw Bianca, his eyes widened and he dropped the beaker again, completely shattering it. “P-princess!” He clumsily dropped to his knees, head lowered. “I-I’m sorry for any disrespect! I didn’t realize...” He grimaced as shards of glass embedded his knees.

“It’s fine,” the princess cut him off, waving her hand dismissively. “I require your services.”

“Of course! To what do I owe the pleasure? I, Hunter, am your loyal servant.” Hunter stood back up, not bothering to attend to his bloody knees or his mess. He still worried that he had offended her with his sharp, uncouth tongue. He’d never met the princess in person before, so he wasn’t entirely sure how she would react, though he was familiar with her unpalatable reputation through whispered gossip among the servants. He hoped his pitiful groveling would be enough to spare him.

“I require a healing potion,” Bianca demanded, not bothering with any pleasantries.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Hunter agreed. He wiped his sticky hands on his clothes, frowning with thinly veiled irritation, and searched for the correct potion on his shelves. Bianca couldn’t resist poking around as she examined her surroundings with curiosity.

“Your Highness,” Hunter said, bowing his head respectfully as he offered her a vial containing a bright tangerine potion. “You put a few drops on the affected area; it takes a few hours but it should heal any nonfatal wounds.” He crunched up his brows. The princess didn’t seem to be injured, and he’d surmised from secondhand sources that she wasn’t the type to have any compassion for others, but he knew better than to inquire further.

Bianca took the potion without so much as a thank you. She was distracted as she stared at a locked case, walled off with metal bars, harboring small bottles of a sparking lime potion. “What’s that?”

“Oh... shrinking potion,” Hunter answered in a low tone, almost reverently, as if it were some great secret.

Bianca’s eyes gleamed. “Ooooh! Can I get some?”

Hunter repressed a scowl, schooling his features into a neutral expression. “Unfortunately, Your Highness... King Richard has strict orders that he alone shall have access to those, and nobody else, not even other members of the royal family. You’d have to take it up with him, I’m afraid.”

“I see.” Bianca paused. She knew her father was paranoid about any potential betrayal, especially after her eldest brother had disappeared. “Not even as a favor for me? It could be our little secret.” She giggled and subtly leaned in, striking a flirtatious pose.

Hunter backed up a step, his forehead becoming shiny with perspiration. He was fully aware a capricious royal could be lethal when incensed. “I apologize, but I would be obligated to disclose it to King Richard if I gave you any. I’d rather not lose my head, Your Highness...” He pulled at his collar nervously. Bianca’s grin faded into a petulant pout. Hunter was already tense and flustered, but his face flamed red as he noticed that her breasts were jiggling of their own accord. To his shock, tiny hands emerged from her cleavage and a human male’s face popped out, followed by his shoulders and chest. The little shirtless man gasped for breath, also sweaty from her body heat.

Hunter’s expression morphed into a glower of hatred and disgust. “Ugh, a human. Gross,” he uttered thoughtlessly. Bianca glared at him with fiery wrath, and Hunter bit his lips and retreated back another step. “My apologies...”

Bianca huffed and stuffed Graham back into the soft crevice between her boobs. She considered pushing the issue further, but she wasn’t foolish or suicidal enough to cross her father. She turned on her heel, with the healing potion in hand, and stormed out, slamming the door hard enough behind her to knock a few bottles off the shelves. Once she was gone, Hunter scowled and began to clean up the mess.

“Entitled bitch,” he muttered to himself. “Can’t stand royalty…” He grabbed some forceps to pick bloody slivers of glass out of his knees. He resented having to grovel like a submissive dog before his superiors, but the pay was too good and the position too cushy to deny. Besides, he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. He came from a long, noble bloodline of magic-users, with a tradition of service to the equally ancient Hardon bloodline. Their service was institutionalized to the point where leaving would be treason. The secrets of magic were guarded jealously and hoarded by the royal family; exposing those secrets or abandoning his post would inevitably result in his death. He didn’t want to cause trouble; he simply wanted to live in seclusion and practice his craft.

Bianca was in turmoil as she returned to her chambers. A spike of regret burrowed into her core, as she regarded the healing potion in her hand. Was she making a mistake? She was supposed to be ruthless, to not be susceptible to weak sentiments of compassion and generosity. She was taught and raised to be this way. So why did she care now? Why did she experience irrational empathy for her inferiors? And humans, no less? Like servants, they were only supposed to exist for her personal use. They weren’t worthy of her care.

The tiny kicks in her stomach and cleavage sent her further into remorse, as if she had done something wrong. Anger flared up inside her. She entered her boudoir and ripped her necklace from her chest, glaring at the sweaty nude man who shook pathetically under her stern gaze. He looked so sad, so broken and afraid and helpless. Bianca gritted her teeth, unclasped him from the necklace, and tossed him into his enclosure. The other human, the handsome darker one, smiled up at her. The giantess turned away sharply, not wanting to allow any softer feelings to enter her heart.

She felt embarrassed, another foreign experience for the shameless princess, as the two humans watched her extract Gio from her stomach. He was barely able to hang on to the rope, with only one functional arm and his other arm alive with agony. By the time he exited her mouth, he was nearly unconscious from the narrow constriction of her throat, despite her best efforts to be gentle. Even though he was filthy after marinating in digestive acids and saliva, Bianca scooped him up in her graceful palms with the intention to clean him off with her own hands: a chore that she considered below her station, but was too mortified to request her maid to do in the moment.

Gio was too weak to protest as she carefully washed him. She tried not to manipulate his broken arm too much, but he still howled with pain every time she touched it. When she dried him off with a fluffy towel, he was almost in tears.

“Please… stop…” he croaked, scarcely audible. “You’re making it worse…” Bianca was trying to rein in her empathy, but his plaintive little voice, pleading for clemency, made her heart bleed. He didn’t even try to struggle as she cradled his small, fragile body with her fingers. Her resolve to crush down her feelings weakened.

“Here… this should help,” she murmured gently, splashing a single drop of the bright orange salve on his swollen arm. Gio was surprised to feel a pleasant, warm tingling through the limb, numbing the pain. “It should heal your bone.”

“Heal?” Gio repeated in disbelief. After all the horrible abuses he’d suffered at her hands, he distrusted that she’d bother to tend to his wound at all. She set him back down in his house on the soft cushion of one of the beds. She gazed down at him with an inscrutable expression before closing the roof lid and striding off. She needed time to think, to process; she didn’t want to look at her pets.

Gio sighed, rubbing his arm. He was glad at least that the pain had receded, but he was exhausted. He laid on the bed and closed his eyes with a shuddering breath. Visions of claustrophobic flesh walls compressing and pulsing around him flashed through his head in a phantasmagorical display. Being eaten had been a living nightmare; he couldn’t believe he’d miraculously survived.

“See, what did I tell you? He’s fine!” Cesar proclaimed. Graham shook his head in exasperation.

Gio opened his eyes. “Fine?” He sat up, incensed and offended by the callous remark. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m about as far away from fine as I can possibly get!” This was technically not a true statement, but Gio wasn’t in the mood for splitting hairs.

“But… she healed your arm, didn’t she?”

“So what? She ATE me, Cesar! Swallowed me whole!”

“And you deserved it for mouthing off to her! Lucky you for being spared!”

“Quit making excuses for her! Are you stupid?”

“Maybe.” Cesar laughed. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” A dreamy look came over his face. “Gosh, she’s so hot… I think I’m in love…”

Graham, with his nude body coated in sweat and his wet hair glued to his head, couldn’t take it anymore as he listened to Cesar’s idiocy. He snapped. He grabbed Cesar’s shoulders and violently slammed him against the wall. “Stop it!” he snarled. “Shut UP!”

“What? Everything I said was true.”

“Wake up to reality, man! Don’t you understand the situation we’re in? We’ve been stripped of our clothes, our humanity, and our dignity! We’re nothing more than playthings living in a toy house! We have no protection! She can do whatever she wants, even kill us if it pleases her! We’re screwed!”

“Well-”

“And stop singing her praises! Who cares if she’s hot? She’s a selfish, barbaric monster!”

“But-”

“No buts! Don’t you understand? She doesn’t even see you as a person! Stop defending her deplorable behavior! Look what she did to Gio and me! Do you think a nice person would do something like that?”

He burned holes in Cesar with his searing glare. Cesar faltered, averting his gaze. “…No. I suppose not.” He glanced up. “But she did heal him-”

Graham let out a howl of frustration and threw up his hands. “There’s no reasoning with you! I might as well be banging my head against a brick wall!” He flopped down on his bed in a huff.

Cesar wilted as the moment dragged out. He sat on the bed, on the opposite side, and folded his hands together. “You… you might be right,” he admitted. “I just came all this way to see her, to live out this fantasy… I’d hate to admit that I was in error.” He hung his head. “I don’t think she even likes me, to be honest…”

Graham exhaled forcefully. He was done listening. “I’m going to go wash up,” he grumbled, and stomped off.

While the humans were arguing amongst themselves, Bianca ran into her brother Ronny wandering the castle corridors. He grunted in passing, but she halted his progress by blocking his path. “Ugh, what do YOU want?” Ronny growled.

“I have a question for you,” Bianca said.

Ronny gave her his characteristic sour glare. “Make it quick.”

“What do you think of your new human?”

“Huh?” Ronny fumbled to recall what she was referring to. “Oh, that thing. I dunno. I just left her in her cage.”

“You… didn’t take her out, or talk to her?”

“No. Why would I? I didn’t even want the damned thing.”

“Oh…”

“Was that all you wanted?” He crossed his arms over his chest indignantly. Bianca nodded. “Then get out of my way.” She stepped aside and allowed him to go. Yet again, she was heavily conflicted. She didn’t know how to navigate her convoluted web of emotions, so many of which felt so wrong, in blatant contradiction to her upbringing.

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