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STORY START: THE CLUB - Paul

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Paul groaned as he was coming to. The young adult's head was banging and throbbing as he regained conciousness, his vision blurred as he struggled to open his eye lids. His entire world bobbed and bounced with every second, loud noises thrummed and boomed his sensitive ears.

"What the hell man...?" He managed to mumble. Flashes of moments from mere hours away when he was leaving work bored his inner vision, forcing him to try and remember what had happened to him. Maybe a car had hit him?

HIs vision was slowly becoming focused, but it didn't help him in the slightest. He was looking up through giant black... He wasn't sure what they were, but light flashed between the four giant black things. Paul shaked his head in confusion. He was sure he was moving and he was soon beginning to realise his more personal predicament.

He was naked. As light continued to flash through his confinement, he could see his bare skin and his modest package just limp and present. He gasped as he covered himself and sat up on his bum, and desperately, he hastened to figure out what was going on.

He wasn't sure how long he was in this odd room as it bobbed around and moving in some kind of space, but it shook Paul to his core as the giant black things lifted from above him, uncurling and flatening out in front of him. It was strange, Paul thought, that they kind of look like... And that he was sitting on... Before he could react, the surface of the hand he laid on tipped and sent him rolling down the long pink surface that rolled out before him and landing on something hard, making him bang his head.

He groaned in pain and Paul grabbed the back of his crown to stifle the sharp sting he recieved, but oddly the pain disappeared in no time and he felt fine. Paul snapped back to reality as he studied his surroundings, what the noise was, where he was, who was around and what shocked him made his heart drop to his stomach.

"Giant. People." Paul said with this breath taken from him completely. There in front of him, stood a giant man who was retracting his hand away and Paul thought that he was indeed sat on a giant palm, but nothing could prepare him for this. The giant looked as though he was in his forties, with short waxed hair and a stubbly beard. Paul had to strain his neck to look up at the giants face which was looking down on him, scanning his light blue shirt that was hung toght on his body. It was a dimly lit room, with only a single light blooming down on Paul as he stood on this surace, or perhaps a table.

Paul gawked as he looked around the room, and he could see the shapes in the dark come closer to the table. All sorts of voices echoed around him as the silhouettes talked amongst themselves.

"...He's smaller than they usually..."

"...ook at his fine little body, I better wi..."

"...has to be our week! He's so cute..."

"...ait until I get my hands on you, pretty bo..."

As he stood on the table, bare naked and confused, he heard lots of conversations and all of them, not one of the conversations sounded remotely beneficial to him.

"Paul..." The giant behind him softly said down to him. Paul turned around and gaped at the giant who had crouched down to have his head level to the table. "My name is Eric. Welcome to the Club! You've been chosen..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, what he hell is going on here? Where are my-"

"I'm trying to explain it to you. You've been chosen to be shrunk and to be used as the chosen master wishes. You currently stand at a quarter inch tall, you happen to be indestructable and you will live a long, long life. Your entire existence has been wiped from all records, you never existed nor will you ever be recorded of ever having existed. You are now property of the Club."

Paul stood stunned as he stared at the giants eyes, the talking of the other people in the room hustling in the dark.

"The Club," Eric the giant continued, "is a prenium society of a maximum of thirty attendants at any one time, is given a ticket with a number on it. I will pick out a random ticket and whoever has that number, will have you for a maximum time of one week. You are then returned here to be available for the next selection. Do you understand?"

Paul was still stunned, still in complete denial of his situation. "What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Grow me back you dick!" There was some giggling and some muted talk all around the tiny man as he stood his ground. Who did these people think they were?

Eric grinned at Paul as he began to stand to his full height again. "I cannot grow you back, nor can anybody else. You are and always be what you are now. A tiny man for us to play with for the rest of your life. And nothing more, unless you are bought which sometimes does happen but I wouldn't count on it. Now then, shall we proceed with the draw?" Eric asked the room which mumbled and murmured and someone from behind Eric handed him a small plastic tub that had rolled up bits of paper.

"But... Hey!" Paul shouted to get Eric's attention, and anybody else's for that matter, but nothing happened. Everyone in the room excitedly got their tickets out and waited for Eric to draw.

In a matter of seconds, he pulled out a scrunched piece of paper and read out the number. "Fourteen!" There was lots of sighs in the room of disappointment, all but one voice...

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