Little Space Triggers Novels & Stories

that everyone has, it's just that she's too sensitive. - Um, um. The first sounds rang out, so Riffen took advantage of the opportunity. That finger continued to gently touch and then play with those two small lotus seeds. Then he used his whole hand to dive into Doris's overflowing breasts one by one. The smile on Riffen's face seemed to be extremely excited. But on the contrary, because Doris was tied up, her whole body was uncomfortable, but following Riffen's movements, she shivered all over.

Still, she typed back. Adrian: Thanks. It wasn’t a lie. The extra space would help. And Celeste had always been efficient about anticipating needs before Adrian voiced them. That was part of why she trusted her. Trust didn’t have to be blind to be real. A knock sounded at the door. Micah stepped in. “Everything okay?” “Yes,” Adrian said automatically. He hesitated. “You sure?” She looked up at him then. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Micah held up his hands slightly. “Because people are hovering.”

“The buyer for this batch is an international firm. Their classifications are stricter. Twenty-eight TPI means a pitch of 0.907 mm. This spec is used for precision equipment. Your tiny adjustment of 0.007 mm could cause cross-threading or strip the mating socket, leading to critical equipment failure. They won’t just fail customs inspection. If we miss the delivery window, we’re looking at massive breach penalties, and our company’s reputation gets shredded. You call that ‘looking for trouble’?” One look at the confusion in Kimmy’s eyes told me her brain was not built to process anything this complicated. Sure enough, the next second, she pouted and looked at me. “Don’t think even for a mome

"Taking space is not aggression. Holding space is not a threat. You were taught that it was. That teaching was a weapon used against you. Drop it." She comes at me again. I deflect. This time I hold my ground, weight forward, and wait. She stops. Nods once. In Sage's language, that is high praise. It takes two weeks of daily sessions before my muscles stop fighting me. The impulse to shrink is deep, dug into the bone. Some mornings I feel it most, that pull to make myself smaller, easier, less. Sage finds those mornings and pushes harder on them. "Bigger," she says.

"Oh, my God! It really is only 1,300. Not 130,000? Nancy, why would you tell such a lie?" "We trusted you so much. I can't believe you played all of us like this." "If Jessica hadn't stood her ground, she would've taken a huge loss." The blood beneath me kept spreading. The sharp pain in my abdomen made my whole body tremble, and I could barely stay upright. However, I clenched my teeth, braced myself against the edge of a table, and forced myself to stand. My eyes turned icy as I looked at Nancy and Erick. Erick stared at the screen, his face pale as paper. His lips trembled, but he could not form a complete sentence.

I answer. "What are your triggers?" he asks. "If I watch something on T.V. it can cause a trigger, if I feel like I am being forced to do something it will cause a trigger, and pulling covers or pillows over my head we cause me to trigger. If I feel safe with you though, we can work through things. Just be aware that if I do trigger it has nothing to do with you specifically." I tell him.

"Yes! Don't do that!" "I'll do as I please," he grinned, moving closer and backing her to the bed. "They just don't really... fit the rest of you. Such a tiny little thing and then... those." "They're a small D, not something ridiculous." "Mmm, maybe. Maybe it's just because of how small you are, it makes them seem bigger. Take off your top and your bra, show me." "No!"

That hit Lena harder than she expected. She shook her head. “That’s impossible.” Zayden looked at her. “I know.” But he didn’t sound convinced anymore. The lights flickered again. Not randomly. Rhythmically. Like something was syncing. Zayden looked up immediately. “This place is active,” he said. Lena frowned. “What does that mean?” Zayden moved toward the walls slowly. Scanning. Listening. “This isn’t just a safe house.” He paused. “It’s a trigger environment.”

He had 45 minutes left, but he had just finished exploring the entire space—just there, because Theo was sure the trigger would not be placed far from the explosive fuse. It won't be far .... Theo shouldn't have forgotten that important part. The trigger he was looking for must have been very close. Theo's hand gestured spontaneously at the concrete—based wall. His gray eyes then returned to scrutinizing the chip carefully and noticed a faint hologram shading from the remaining yellow light emitting.

“My lower back and abdomen. Can you call Dr. Leroux? I feel like I’m going to hurl and it caused a lot of pain this morning. I think some of my ribs might be cracked. It took three tries to get one to work in my IV.” “Absolutely. Let’s get you up.” “I don’t want to. I’m sorry I’m weak. I can’t.” “You have to.” I keep my voice calm. “You don’t understand the trigger that it is.” “It’s okay, Colton. I will help you. Come.” I reach out to him again and, surprisingly, he accepts. I nod as he looks at me. “One,” I pull his hand towards me. “Two,” pulling him even farther. “Three.”