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Emotional and seized by disgust, Jessica violently whipped her head from side to side; shrieking at her cheating husband with condemnation as he begged for her forgiveness - completely unconcerned with the minuscule little men entrapped within the glittering gold cages dangling loosely from her earrings. Each puny prisoner was forcefully tossed around their cramped cage with each head shake; feebly shielding their heads while being slammed into the hardened metal columns surrounding them. The once full-sized and proud men were now grovelling insects compared to their spurned goddess; each nearly inaudible yelp for salvation completely drowned out by her booming voice. Nauseous and motion sick to the point of vomiting, both men frantically yelled to the top of his lungs for the gargantuan trophy-wife to hear their pleading prayers. However, their relative sizes rendered them too insignificant to move a giantess to compassion; even if she could have heard their desperate cries or understood their foreign language. The very idea that either of the insignificant mini men could hold her attention was a hopeless conceit. Compared to her bulking six-foot-two Adonis of a husband, these diminutive mortals were not really even men; they were not even pets or slaves - they were just fashion accessories. . . mere trinkets that she purchased from a boutique while in Rome that one summer.

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Emotional and seized by disgust, Jessica violently whipped her head from side to side; shrieking at her cheating husband with condemnation as he begged for her forgiveness - completely unconcerned with the minuscule little men entrapped within the glittering gold cages dangling loosely from her earrings. Each puny prisoner was forcefully tossed around their cramped cage with each head shake; feebly shielding their heads while being slammed into the hardened metal columns surrounding them. The once full-sized and proud men were now grovelling insects compared to their spurned goddess; each nearly inaudible yelp for salvation completely drowned out by her booming voice. Nauseous and motion sick to the point of vomiting, both men frantically yelled to the top of his lungs for the gargantuan trophy-wife to hear their pleading prayers. However, their relative sizes rendered them too insignificant to move a giantess to compassion; even if she could have heard their desperate cries or understood their foreign language. The very idea that either of the insignificant mini men could hold her attention was a hopeless conceit. Compared to her bulking six-foot-two Adonis of a husband, these diminutive mortals were not really even men; they were not even pets or slaves - they were just fashion accessories. . . mere trinkets that she purchased from a boutique while in Rome that one summer.