(The arist include a lil story with this art, so i thought i'd share that as well for those interested)

Amy held up one of the jars, its contents squirming in a panic. The corners of her lips curled into a smirk. She loved this: the power, the excitement, the fear in their miniature eyes.

"Well, well, well," she drawled, her country twang echoing in the attic, "Ain't this a peculiar predicament y'all are in?". Her voice was low, even though her sister was out and her mother was asleep downstairs, she still felt a faint sense of shame in what she was doing.

She swirled the jar, watching as the tiny man tumbled around helplessly. "You came for my little sis, didn't ya? But here you are... more scared of me than she'd ever be of you."
Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Amy licked her lips, savoring the moment. She unscrewed the lid, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. The tiny agent was yelling something, his voice barely a squeak. She tipped the jar, the tiny figure sliding out onto her palm.

"I'm your worst nightmare now, aren't I?" she mused, chuckling softly at the sight of the miniature, frightened man. She lifted her hand to her mouth, feeling a thrill of power surge through her. "This must be a hard pill to swallow, huh?" she asked the agent, her voice dripping with irony. Before he could even respond she tipped her head back, the man tumbling into the chasm below. Prompty caressed by her tongue and rolled around briefly before his muffled screams were silenced by an audible gulp that made the rest of the men shudder.

Amy couldn't help but laugh, her heart pounding with excitement. She felt invincible, powerful, and for the first time in a long while, utterly unafraid.

"Who's next?" she said, her gaze lingering on the remaining jars, their occupants trembling with fear and terrified of what was to come.