"I am not a giant!" I yelled, absolutely outraged. "I am a normal person! You are the tiny ones! And I am not dim-witted either! Release me at once! I'll prove it to you!"
Alas the little creature still looked at me with an annoyed and tired expression.
"So you say," it tutted. "But a giant, an evil one, would claim to be smart and harmless so as to get free and destroy our poor and humble community. It's happed before, we have registers describing it. So don't think well be fooled, you dolt."
Angered beyond belief, I swore and strained and tugged against my bounds, while the little man jumped and started an intense conversation with the townsfolk. All pointed at me and many made very agitated hand gestures. A large group then separated from the others, rushing to bring immense - for them - barrels and brushes. They climbed back upon me. What did they intend to do? I had a bad feeling about this. I asked that very question, while the Lilliputians opened the barrels, which, from what I could guess, had many bright paints. What could they want with it?
"You are being farded, giant," claimed happily the Lilliputian from before. "Farded like a harlot!"
And indeed I was forced to close my eyes as brushes scrubbed and mopped and splashed on my eyes, cheeks and lips. Bright blue eyeshadows. Pink and red powders on the face and cheeks. Lips as bright red as tomatoes. I was indeed as colored as a whore! As a... scarlet woman! How mortifying!
"Why are you putting on all these artifices?" I shouted out while all the tiny people jeered and mocked me mercilessly for my new femininity, even if it was unwilling.
"Why, for you new hubby," chortled the seeming leader. "You are not the only giant bothering us, you know. Maybe with an offering like you, albeit a very stupid one, we shall finally have peace for our fishing boats!"
Just then, a bell rang loudly. Shortly afterwards, slashes rose from the see and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a monstrous creature of my size rising from the waves. It stood upright, like a man. But the rest was more fish than man. It had fish lips, scales and gills, and webbed clawed hands. It was a... gillman! The people left me to my horror and screams, while the repulsive being fondled me, caressed me lovingly and, happy with what he saw, untied me and carried me to the waves, kissing my face with passion, never heeding my own protests. It then plunged, ravishing me to its underwater abode.
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