It had been over a year since you were first shrunk down to a quarter inch by your goth friend May. In this time you've been placed in her socks, placed in her boots, and she really loved to torture you by going without socks on the hotter days. She had used you as several different piercings, both in her face and other places on her body. She had you clean her bowls and bongs by mining out the resin, piece by piece. She smoked and drank with you in her mouth, and swallowed you if she felt like it. She took every opportunity she had to make sure you knew she had complete control of your life. The worst part was when she learned a spell that could shrink and grow you at her command, but she told you she would never grow you back to your normal size. You lived every day serving this goddess who kept you fed, kept you safe, and kept you imprisoned. One night after she kept you in her sock while she slept, you felt her starting to stir and wake up. You dreaded the days ahead of you, because she requested a whole week off, just to play with you. She finally sat up, stretched, and yawned before taking off her sock and dumping you into her hand. "What should we do today, little dude?" You just sit there and say nothing, because you know your opinion doesn't matter to her. "Aww, someone's in a bad mood. I know a way to cheer you up!" You start to regret saying nothing, and try to speak up before she...
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