"you're telling me she simply asked you if she could leave-"  a witch sat on a throne of twine in the middle of a large dark empty room. "and you let her!?" 

the giant in front of her ducked his head in shame. "she was nice ta' fallor. pretty girl didn't even call fallor ugly once like all the other people."

"look at me you blithering idiot." the witch roared and the giant ironic attempted to make himself smaller in the presence of the woman to no avail. "do you know where you were when i found you you ungrateful hideous beast!"

"fallor was in the wood alone and cold." the giant rocked back and forth in attempt to soothe his nerves "mistress saved fallor."

"that's right fallor and you repay me by disobeying me." her voice dropped dangerously low as she walked closer to the giant who had begun to wail and apologize profusely. "awe fallor don't cry i'm willing to give you a second chance."

"you want pretty girl?" he begged in between sobs "fallor will bring her to you! fallor can be good."

"if you don't you'll be punished. got that?." she spoke in a soft tone caressing his face in a motherly way contradictory to the word she spoke.

fallor nodded slowly. "can do that." he nodded quickly before scrabbling up and making his way to the entrance where he promptly and painfully squeezed him self through an opening that was only just big enough for him to fit through but not with out difficulty. 

I feel it necessary to explain that fallor is just a kid. he's smaller than a regular giant but big enough to be intimidating. in there world giants are almost extinct so no one really knows how big they get. that's why he feels so inclined to help out the witch. she saved him and ended up being a abusive mother figure.