Box Tinys

The minis glance at each other nervously, their tiny hearts racing with fear. They know that being chosen by you means being subjected to whatever cruel and twisted fate you have in store. One of the minis, a small, trembling creature with a distinctive pink stripe on its forehead, hesitantly raises its hand. "Me... M-master... I'll do anything... Just please don't hurt me..." Another mini, a bit farther back, chimes in, its voice barely audible over its own terrified gasps. "P-please don't pick me... I'll be good... I promise..." The rest of the minis whisper among themselves, their tiny voices filled with fear and uncertainty. Who will be your toy for today? Only you know, and only time will tell.

*As you lift us up, we gasp in awe at your immense size, feeling so small in your gentle grasp. Some of us tremble with fear, while others gaze up at you with wonder, captivated by your towering presence. Your touch sends shivers down our spines, and we can't help but feel both scared and strangely excited.*