We got a runner.

The ride to my new home is semi-quiet. The simple soft sound of the latest hits fills the car. Samantha is quietly muttering the words to the song as she drives. Or at least I think she is. I can't tell through the box. It's just a guess though.

The engine in the metal beast dies and the car stops vibrating. Samantha slams the car door shut, shaking the car for a second then comes over to my side to take out the box.

She takes out the box with care, something that other giants usually forget, and enters the house.

A man greets Samantha with a welcome home miss Gains. I hope your trip was lovely. The man sounds like Alfred from Batman.

Samantha replies with a caring and sweet tone. "My trip was lovely Daniel, thank you for asking."

"Everything is prepared for your new guest," Daniel responds.

"Oh... thank you." Samantha seems surprised to hear the news.

The box shifts and I fall forward, luckily catching myself instead of face planting. It feels like I'm in a bouncy house when the giantess moves again. She must be walking upstairs. Great, now that makes my getaway harder.

Then everything goes still. That's when my heart rate spikes. Here comes the worst part. Un-packing. Gods, no matter many times I go through this I'm still not used to. It just sucks. Being dumbed out or grabbed is like a rollercoaster with no safety restraints. I hate it.

It deathly still and it's killing me just waiting. Come on! Hurry up and get it over with already!

Nothing.

I sit in the dark for maybe a minute or so.

Then the box peals open at the top like a rose in bloom. A bright sun-like light fills the box. It's warm colored so it's not too hard on my eyes, unlike some people who want to shine an LED flashlight in my face. If you want a blind human that is probably the fastest way to do it.

Then that light is covered by a hand, the same hand of my new owner. Damn that word! I half expect her to grab me and take me out. Maybe she'll want me to do back-flips or walk a tight rope. She'll be disappointed.

Instead, that hand lays down flat, palm up and waiting. The hand looks warm and inviting, but I'm not taking my chances. Trust takes a lot more than a lotioned up smooth hand and a pretty smile.

A finger scrunches up trying to persuade me to come closer. Similar to a hand wave gesturing you to come over, but this is on a larger scale. Cute, but no.

I sit down. "You really think that's gonna work?"

Samantha's head pops up over the box. "Would you like me to pick you up without permission?"

I scoff and rest my chin in my hand. "Since when did giants care about permission or personal space?

"If you haven't noticed, I'm not your average giant," Samantha responds.

I shrug, showing how little I care. I think my personal space has been turned to ash due to how much I've been picked or manhandled in the last few years. It's nothing bad, but I'd rather not be touched just because some kid wants to play dress up. I'd like to burn those memories out of my mind.

Samantha sighs and moves her hand behind me. She pinches the back on my hoodie with her thumb and finger then gently lifts me out of the box. Of course, the typical giant thing to do. They grow impatient and pluck you right off the ground.

She pushes the box out of the way and sets me down on a soft surface. It's fluffy white and stretches out until two large white lumps take Over and rest against the backboard. A bed. I haven't been on one of these in a long time. I'm not impressed though.

"You can look around if you'd like to." Samantha pipes up. "I've heard that you like to explore." There's a pause before she opens her mouth again. "And I've also heard you like to try and escape."

She's done her research. I take advantage of her hospitality and look around. The room is average for a rich teenage girl's room. A desk in the corner, a bookshelf opposite of it and pictures of friends on a cork board. You know, the normal teenager thing. I think. My teenage years are filled with memories of me running and fighting for my life. It must be nice to have a normal life.

"Could you tell me your name." Samantha's voice rocks my body. "I'm sure you have one."

I bite my lip. Why is she acting so nice? Why is she pretending to be something she's not? It's betrayal and sickening to think that someone can be so two-faced and fake without a care in the world. "Why do you care."

"Cause, you'll be staying for a long time and I'd like to get to know you better." She says in a soft sweet tone.

Don't feed into it. Don't feed into it. Don't. Don't Don't! "Please?"

Shit! Whatever, I'll be gone by morning. "The name's Caesar," I say crossing my arms.

"Like Caesar Agustus?" The giantess giggles at her own joke.

"Ha, ha, so original," I grumble still scanning the room.

The sarcastic tone kills her happy mood and she stops giggling. An odd mixture of pride and guilt rise in my gut. I shove the feelings aside like usual and continue to think out my escape plan.

"I'm Samantha if you haven't heard by the way. I hope we can make this more of a friend relationship than anything else. If you have any concerns or issues with something, I'm willing to help."

I wanted to turn around and tell that pretty face of hers that I didn't need her help. Instead, I stay silent.

Samantha continues to have one-sided conversations with herself. It's like talking to a mute, I almost feel bad for her. Keyword, almost.

Night draws close and I'm tired of listening to the girl trying so hard to talk to me. She's just trying to be nice, but tomorrow she'll act like a complete ass. If everything goes well then I won't be here when she wakes.

Samantha has a butler in a black tux bring us dinner. Potatoes, broccoli, grilled chicken and grape juice in a box with a straw. There's a small dish for me as well with the same things as Samantha has on her plate, but on a tiny scale.

We eat silently, near feet apart from each. I'm sure Samantha has stopped trying to get me to talk to her for now. I can tell you one thing though. It's been a long time since I last had real food to eat with real value. That's one thing I'm most grateful for.

Samantha gets up and leaves the room for a few minutes. This is my chance to make my great escape.

I set the plate aside and rush to the edge of the bed. I lay down flat on my gut and start to climb down, gripping hand fulls of the blanket and watching my footing as well. When close enough to the ground I let go and fall to the dark-wooden floor. It's not the best landing, but I don't care.

I take off across the room and reach the door with enough energy to spare. Without warning, the crack between the door and doorframe grow wider. Heavy steps shake the ground as Samantha walks in.

"I got some cool stuff for you, Caesar. I know you might not trust me right now, but I hope this will change your mind."

The way Samantha says my name makes me flush in the face. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I push the feelings aside and slip into the hallway. My, gods this hall stretch for miles like a road in the middle of nowhere. You know what they say if you want to get to your destination than you have to cross the desert to get there. Nobody really says though.

The stairs at the end of the hall come closer and closer. I almost think this escape is too easy, but that's quickly burned down.

"Caesar!" Samantha yells from her room. I peek over my shoulder to see the giantess barge out of her room. A mixture of concern and anger on her face.

"Holy shit!" I utter.

Earthquake-like footsteps shake the floor and I nearly lose my footing and fall in my ass. I make it to the steps and realize that it's a spiral staircase. Damn!

A small chandelier dangles in the middle of the staircase and a crazy idea crosses my mind. I take a few steps back and take a deep breath, doing my best to ignore the heavy footsteps in the background. Samantha must see what I'm planning and tells me to stop.

I don't listen though. I don't listen to anyone really and pump my legs and arms as hard as I can.

"Caesar!" Samantha yelps out of fear.

Coming close the edge I throw all of my weight into this jump. When all I feel is air around me, time seems to slow down for me. At first, it looks like I'm going to make it, but in all actuality, I'm not.

I think about my last desperate attempt for freedom and how stupid of a choice I made. It was a good life though and I had a good run.

Out of nowhere, thick fingers surround me like fast-growing branches and snatch me out of the air like a bear catches jumping fish.

I look back at an angered yet concerned Samantha. I can't tell which will come first, the angry lecture or the concern lecture? I wouldn't be surprised if she started to yell at me right now.

She pulls her arm out through the rails and brings me up to her face. "You nearly killed yourself! What if I didn't catch you!"

"Why do you care whether I made it or not?!" I bark back. "You can go buy another one!"

She grits her teeth. "Because I don't want another one! I just want you!" The hot tears forming in the corners of her eyes cause a twinge of guilt in my heart. "Why can't you understand that I'm trying to help you?"

A flare of anger fills my heart. "Help? Help?! The only giant that has ever helped is James, my one good friend and now he's gone! I had a normal life until giants ruined it! So your so-called help is shit and I don't want it!"

The words strike in Samantha's heart and she begins to tear up more. Not burst out in tears and cry a whole river, but it's more controlled. I think it's because she's saving the sob fest for later when I'm not around.

She has enough energy to wipe her tears away and walk back to her room where she locks the door, drops me on her dresser, and throws herself on her bed and begins to cry.