Chapter 3: Rising Action
. .Rem led Garrett down a long hallway lined with ornately decorated portraits of people who looked like they belonged in another century. The walls were painted in a deep shade of red, accented with gold trimming that glinted under the light of chandeliers hanging overhead. Every step Garrett took felt heavier than the last, as if he was sinking deeper into a world where normality no longer existed. By the time they reached the end of the hallway, Garrett could barely keep up with Rem's long strides.
His legs felt weak beneath him, struggling to carry the weight of his small frame against the relentless force of gravity pulling him down. But when he looked up at Rem's face, he forgot all about his physical discomfort. There was something mesmerizing about her beauty - a combination of fierce strength and delicate femininity that seemed to exist in perfect harmony.
As they entered the bathroom, Rem let out a loud fart before turning to face Garrett. He stood there speechless, staring at her giant ass as it hung loosely over her panties.