Frida’s pov:

"If you are still alive, get inside and peel the onions." the man sneered.

In the novel she remembered his name was Wager; he was not an important character in the book.

It’s just that he and his wife were so wicked, she had flung her book across the room in fury of their mistreatment of the poor girl.

She had watched them mistreat her to death...but she supposed it was her fate to always die in this novel anyways.

And she guessed waking up in this girl’s body was genuinely better than being beheaded.

So she sucked it up and forced a smile "You flipping witch what are you smiling about?"

Her smile pissed him off, although he had a hunchback he was very tall like a giant.

He pinched the tip of her ears and pulled her into the house "Careful you little brat don’t think you can use those your magic tricks on me." he sneered tossing her towards a work table on three rickety legs.

"Well then get cutting before I get hungry and use you for meat instead." That wasn’t a threat, it was a warning.

She sighed looking at the tomatoes, carrots and onion.

In this famine they managed to get such a large amount of food it was very suspicious, it was obviously bullied out of the neighbors.

With their gigantic heights and builds it was very possible and that made her gulp.

In their house she was the smallest trinket along with a scrawny dog who they starved.

A doberman, he caressed her body around her calves and she chuckled while chopping the onion "I know you are hungry." she said and her stomach rumbled.

"I’m hungry too." She continued chopping the carrot and she tossed the dirt in a trash can full of bones. The sight made her uneasy "but I dare not speak up, if not they will beat me to death."

After she finished chopping the cabbages she took them to the kitchen.

An awful smell filled the small house and her hefty steps shook the floors. Mr Wager’s wife was back Mrs Paisley.

Mrs Paisley snorted at her "Well you little witch are the cabbages ready Frida?"

She nodded in fright the book had described currently just how big these people were. She was always angry and wondered why she didn’t just run away instead of staying where they constantly nitpicked everything she did.

Now seeing them in person she realized there’s no way she could run, they were hunchback giants not literal giants just really tall about seven feet in height.

Mrs Paisley prepared a nice meal of sauce and rice. She dished it out in two large pots and set them on the rickety table, then she dished another in a small cup and gave it to her.

Then Mrs Paisley tossed a bone at their dog Wesley and she sat at the table then her husband joined her they ate from the two pots.

Her stomach rumbled but the size of their meal greatly contrasted to hers.

It would be considered five tea spoons of food if compared to their large pots.

In this famine they had so much food while others starved.

She ate some then left some for Wesley even though she was still very hungry.

She watched the dog eat and her parents didn’t like that "Do the dishes and go to bed." Mrs Paisley ordered as they stood and left the table.

Their large empty clean pots stared back at her not even a drop of food had remained.

The dishes were so many she realized it was a punishment for feeding Wesley not that she cared.

She joyfully washed the dishes just thankful that she didn’t really die after being beheaded, or she actually died but resurrected.

Either way a win is a win right?

After she was done with the plates she went to the room she always slept in the novel.

How had she forgotten, the room was pitch black with no windows. It was silent so she took a candle and placed it on the table.

Wesley followed her and she picked him "Are you bored?" She asked and he shook his head.

Her eyes moved around the room and slowly she began to get the creeps. Perhaps this girl’s parents called her a witch because she really was one, not that they were trying to only insult her.

In her room were strange dolls, antics, charms, a book of strange writing, chalk, multiple candles. She lit up a single candle, wondering if she could even get any sleep.

Plus her roof was licking from little holes in the ceiling as if her life wasn’t pathetic enough. She sighed and slept while hugging the dog.

A loud conversation woke her up "The famine has taken away all our crops. What do we do?" Wager paced around, his heavy footsteps shook the whole house.

"Well we could always cook her like the other one?" Paisley suggested with a snort.

The bones in the dumpster now made sense to her and she gulped , "At least we have fed her enough food and luckily she survived last night, she should be grateful. She will do, for two days."

Fear shook her to the bones and she placed her hand over her mouth to stop herself from panicking. It was useless. She was trembling.

"Take her to the farms to steal crops, then we will proceed."They laughed mischievously together.

Footsteps approached her door like a death sentence and a loud knock sounded like thunder against the hard wood "Wake up Frida time to go to the farms."

She didn’t hesitate, if she showed any signs of knowing they would do what they wanted immediately.

So she opened the door with a bright smile "Good morning papa."

He smiled back like he hadn’t just been discussing something atrocious "You look bright, well put on your shoes let’s get going."

The only shoes she had was a sack with holes but she put it on anyways, she had to find a way to escape this place she thought as they journey in the early hours of the morning to the fields.

Her mind was racing, the sun was still just rising. He tossed her a sack "Corn, Carrots, Peppers, Onion, Rice and if you see any gold?"

She nodded in understanding, in the vast green field of the farm....there was no escape.