Having made it through the hell of high school without getting shrunk, even survived a year and a half in retail, where her creepy boss would leer at her for most of her time there, and men and women alike would sneer down their noses at her.
All that surviving, all that patience. Only for it to go belly up when some jailbait got lucky.
Eight inches tall with her head in her hands, Laura was stuck at the mercy of some teenager who didn’t even look old enough to be a shrinker. Must’ve been over the line and no more.
“Oh wow...” A dainty, manicured hand plucked her from her clothes. “I got one!”
Laura looked up, dead eyed, at the pale face of her new owner or whatever. Death was just a mercy at this point.
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