"I'm not yours."

 "I beg to differ, tiny."

 "Then beg. Beg like a spoiled little puppy."

 "H—"

 "BEG!" The small girl screamed. She screamed and screamed and screamed until she could hardly breathe. 

The giant put his hands in the air, as if he was surrendering. His pet tiny's voice still burst his ears.

 "Sorry." He mumbled.

 "You," she managed through harsh gulps of air, "are not... sorry." 

 They stood, glaring at each other. The small woman quickly recovered, but now that she was filled with rage and determination, she could not be contained by the giant any longer. 

She would no longer get down on her knees and plead for mercy, or be used for explicit pleasures, or restrain her true self. 

Before she was captured, she was a singer, a great one at that. She sung with a heavy metal band, and she could be as loud as she wanted. 

She loved being loud.

 "I'm not going to kill you, giant. But you're going to wish I did." 

 Then she yelled. She screamed all of his secrets, his deepest, darkest secrets that would ruin his life, and she knew that everyone heard her. 

She simply walked away, and she felt satisfied. He ruined her life.

She destroyed his.