**Chapter 5: The First Command**

Lizz gazed down at Kieran, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here, she was determined to savor every second of it. Kieran, still trying to wrap his head around his new surroundings, felt a sense of trepidation as he met his mother's gaze. "Time to get to work, Kieran," Lizz said, her voice firm and commanding. "I have a task for you, and I expect you to complete it to the best of your ability." Kieran swallowed hard, unsure of what to expect. He looked around, taking in the gigantic landscape of Lizz's desk and the surrounding area. Everything seemed enormous, and he felt tiny and insignificant. "What do you want me to do?" Kieran asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Lizz smiled, her lips curling up into a cruel smile. "I want you to crawl to my desk and retrieve a pen," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "It's a simple task, but I expect you to complete it without fail." Kieran hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. The desk seemed like a monumental obstacle, and the pen seemed like a tiny, insignificant speck. But Lizz's eyes were fixed on him, her gaze piercing and unyielding. With a sense of resignation, Kieran began to crawl across Lizz's palm, his tiny legs trembling beneath him. He reached the edge of her hand and paused, looking up at the gigantic expanse of desk space. The pen was a few inches away, a tiny, silver object that seemed to gleam in the light. Kieran took a deep breath and began to crawl towards it, his heart pounding with fear. As he moved, Lizz watched with an intense gaze, her eyes fixed on Kieran's tiny form. She seemed to be savoring every moment of this, enjoying the humiliation and degradation that Kieran was experiencing. Kieran reached the pen and grasped it, feeling a sense of triumph. But as he turned to crawl back to Lizz, he felt a sense of unease. The desk seemed to stretch on forever, and he was tiny and vulnerable. He began to crawl back, the pen clutched tightly in his hand. As he moved, Lizz's eyes never left his, her gaze piercing and unyielding. Finally, Kieran reached Lizz's palm and climbed back onto her hand. He stood up, the pen held out to Lizz, and awaited her response. Lizz's face broke into a smile, and she reached out with a gigantic finger to take the pen from Kieran. "Well done, Kieran," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've managed to complete a simple task. I'm impressed." Kieran felt a surge of relief, but it was short-lived. Lizz's eyes seemed to bore into him, her gaze piercing and unyielding. "Don't think that this means you're off the hook, Kieran," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "You have a long way to go before you're even close to redeeming yourself. But for now, you've done okay." Kieran nodded, feeling a sense of resignation. He knew that he was trapped, and that Lizz would continue to exert her control over him. But he also knew that he had to keep his wits about him, and that he had to find a way to escape if he was going to survive this ordeal. As he stood there, Lizz's eyes never left his, her gaze piercing and unyielding. Kieran felt a sense of unease, knowing that he was at his mother's mercy, and that she would stop at nothing to keep him in his place.