Trapped - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

Everything, from the darkness he was again immersed into, was slowly returning into color. He became aware of his breathing, he regained control of his eyes, slowly opening them, looking at the same blur inside that dim room. The same lightbulb, the same cement floors.

The same view from the same chair he was tied to. This was not a nightmare, this was a reality. Who were these women? And what was there in that shot they were constantly using to put him into sleep? Was knocking him out the only effect?

Suddenly, he felt a pull on his chest, the ropes in his body tightened. This pull some air out of his lungs.

“There we go…” spoke an easy voice from behind him. Who was she?

He tried to turn, but it was useless, he couldn´t really see behind his back.

Once again, he was clueless, in despair and covered in sweat. Why was he so sweaty? The room was not that hot. And he was just sitting, was it all because of his nerves? He fret what could come next.

“W-who´s there? Who are you?!” He nearly screamed. This was all a misunderstanding.

The previous woman said something about codes, or was it a password? He couldn´t quite remember, but he was certain about one thing, they were wrong. All wrong. They had the wrong guy.

He made the minimum wage, lived in a small and dirty apartment. He didn´t even had a car. What could they possibly want from him? Not even his family´s got money.

“No, sorry but we won´t be using any names here.” Said the cold voice of this woman, echoing from above him.

Slowly, she walked, taking a few steps to make herself visible, standing right in front of him.

She was pretty. She had raven hair, in contrast with her pale skin. Her eyes sparkled beneath the spotlight, they seemed light in color, almost grey. They sure were kind of green, but the intensity of the light made it really hard to tell.

Her clothes were quite conservative. Well, her top was, he couldn´t quite turn down at her legs, he was trying to see if there was any hint of regret from her, something he could work on. He needed to escape, maybe he could appeal to the soft side of any of these women.

She was wearing a blouse, buttoned up, still displaying a sensuous line of cleavage. One that was high above him. This woman was tall. Even while sitting, he could tell she was a good deal about 6´ tall.

“L-listen, lady. I… I´m not the man you´re looking for! I… I know nothing about codes. I don´t even have money. But… if that´s what you´re looking for, j-just tell me. I´ll… I´ll give you everything I have. But please, just let me go…” he was pleading.

She didn´t even blinked, she didn´t care how much or how hard he begged, she was just there to do her job.

“Sorry, dear. But the only way for you to get out of here is by giving us the code. So tell me, Mr. Smith, are you ready to confess? I know me previous… colleagues haven´t been… persuasive enough. But trust me, I´ll get those condes from you, whether you make it simple or hard. So… how´s it going to be?” She seemed serious, dead serious.

He was not one to call on her bluff. She didn´t even blinked. What was this third lady up to? He thought there would be only two women, a good one and a bad one, but… what´s she supposed to be?

So far, with those cold eyes, that easy, yet firm tone of hers, and her cheering size. If the first girl was the “bad” one, then she´s like the VERY bad one.

However, Mr. Smith? That´s not his last name.

“Lady, please. I… I´m not, Mr. Smith´s not even my last name. Please, just let me go.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, same excuse. I´ve hear you before, pleading about there being a mistake. Let me tell you something,” she bent, and her boobs followed the motion of her body, almost spilling out of her top. “WE don´t make mistakes. No, answer my question. Will you make this easy… or hard.” Her tone hardened at the very last.

He didn´t like what he was going to say but, that´s the truth.

“Please, I… I don´t know what you want. Just… just let me go.” He was suffering.

She sighed, and then turned her back. She didn´t trust him.

“Let me explain, because I´m sure no one has. Before we move on, just so you know what we can do, let me ask you something. Don´t you feel a little… different?” she asked.

Different? He took a deep breath. Different how? He focused. Tried to feel every inch of his body. Had they poison him? Were those shots venom? Or some sort of chemical weapon?

He tried to focus on his own self. His breathing, his lungs, his stomach. His heart beat. He tensed his muscles a little. Oved his toes, tried to count the fingers on his hands. He wasn´t feeling any bruises, other than the shots in his arm.

However, there was something else…

“S-sweat? Is… is it my sweat?” she seemed to be fresh, cool. But he was sweating, why was he? He didn´t feel hot, unless this wasn´t sweat.

“Hmmm… not quite… but that´s an effect of it.” She replied.

He wondered, an effect of what? The shots?

She could tell he was utterly confused, a little scared. This may as well be used as mild psychological torture, but that type of torture takes time, and she likes to get things done fast.

“Allow me. So far, you have received two shots from us, right? Well, let me tell you what´s on those shots.” Now, he really broke in sweat, a cold one that filled his forehead.

“That´s a serum, one we have perfectioned over the time. And you, mister, you´re already suffering the consequences of it. All because you didn´t cooperate.” Was he going to die? He was quivering in his seat.

“Now, let me tell you how this works, so you know exactly what to expect the next time we inject you. Your body has gone through quite some changes already. But you may not notice because of your… position. How can you be aware of your height when you haven´t leave your sit since you got here?” height?

Her words didn´t made sense. His height?

“I won´t allow you to get up, I just tightened those ropes on you. But put attention, how do you feel? Hmm? Tell me, does the chair you´re on feel the same? Doesn´t it feel bigger? And what about your clothes? Don´t they feel a little baggier? Focus, Mr. Smith, try to focus on your surroundings. Even me, tell me, how tall do you think I am?”

He turned around, everywhere, but the room was so dark, he couldn´t quite see a thing. He tried to focus on his clothes, but his shoes were gone, and the floors felt the same. His movement was quite restrained by the ropes, which didn’t allow him to size his clothes. They were pinned to him by the ropes.

He was sitting, so there was no way to tell if they are larger, or shorter. She just told him to focus on his size, but judging by the way she said the whole thing, it seems he´s not going up, but down.

He focused on her, her size, she was so pretty, it´s a shame she´s looking kind of evil. He tried to think of a number and answered her last question.

“You´re… over six… six-foot-tall?” maybe 6´3” or 6´4”?

“Hahaha, how silly. ME? Over six feet? Wow, wouldn´t that be crazy? But no, I´m not that tall. Right now, you´re looking straight at a 5’10” woman, and I´m in flats, just so you know.” She seemed taller, so… was she telling the truth?

“You should pay more attention to where you are, and to what´s around you. You could´ve tell your feel hang less from the chair, that your head´s a good deal below the lightbulb up there. That you´re taking over less space on this chair´s seat. Tell me, do you have any estimate on your height?”

He started breathing heavily. He was overwhelmed. She did look massive, but 5´10? That wasn´t so tall. He is, or was? Last time he checked, he was six-foot-tall. 6´ even. Plus, the sole on his shoes. Even if he tried to make the maths, he was too nervous and to tense to give a number.

“You´re confused, aren´t you? Well, let me tell you a bit more about this serum, just to give you a clue. Now, every shot will make the body decrease in size, about six inches, sometimes a little more, and sometimes a little less. But we´re talking about a difference of a fraction of an inch, so don´t worry about that. Now, make the math, you´ve received TWO shots, and if each one takes six inches from you, then, how tall are you?”

He ran the numbers inside his head, slower than he would´ve liked, but it was really simple, basic arithmetic’s, six, plus six, and take that away from six-feet…

“F-five? I´m five feet tall?” he swallowed, was this true? Could this be possible?

“Right! You´ve lost a foot in height. And all that sweat on you, well, the mass you lose has to go somewhere, right? You´re kind of… sweating your excess of size. But don´t worry, you´re perfectly proportional. The shrinking´s even in every part of your body.”

He felt sick, dizzy, he wanted to puke. Was she good to be trust? She was so ensured of what she was saying. Had he really lost a whole foot in size? That could explain the sweat, his clothes were soaked, shoulders, legs, there was sweat everywhere!

She stood there for a moment, giving him a little break to process the whole thing. But time´s still running, and she´s a professional.

“So, now that you know, will you cooperate and give me those codes? Or do you want to do this the… hard way?” He was in shock. She definitely looks way above 5’10”, he was trying to size things up, but it was too hard, his whole mind was a mess. He couldn´t focus enough.

“I… I don´t have any codes, please! Don´t…” Hurt him? Shrink him? Torture him?

“Hard way it is…” she turned and pulled a table to them, a small one, with wheels and a metallic structure, above, there was this bag. Kind of a tool bag, one she opened, to get a hold of her “tools”.

She moved some stuff inside it, he could listen to the sound of metal, what was in there? More shots?

He couldn´t move, he wanted to run, but it was useless, he couldn´t eve get up. He was now afraid of this woman. If everything she´s said was true, then he was in more trouble than he thought, but, was there an antidote? A way to reverse this?

Was there a light at the end of this tunnel of despair?

Suddenly, she pulled out something from her bag.

“Here they are…” pincers, metallic, old-looking pincers. He swallowed.

“Now, I´ll ask you just one more time, will you cooperate?” she said as she opened and closed the pincers rapidly, making this annoying tipping sound. “Will you give me the codes?

What was she going to do with those? Why does she need them?

This woman doesn´t seem as nice as Hope, and not plain crazy like Erin. What´s she up to? Maybe she´s just bluffing? Can she be lying? What if the serum part´s also a lie? Can that be for sure? Is he wrong in any means?

This pretty lady seems to be a lit of danger, now that he can perceive her true self, she´s a threat.

“Y-you´re bluffing!” He claims. Begging he´s right.

“Hahaha.” She laughs a little. And then, she pulls a gripper. “Let me show you I´m not.” She goes straight for his hand. He tried to move them, but it´s useless, they are tied, so the best he can do is to try and clench his fists, now he knows what those pincers are for.

His hands were tied to the arms of the chair, no chance to resist there, and nowhere to hide them.

“No, no. Don´t resist, let me show you one more thing.” With her free hand, she easily forced him to open his, inserting her long, and clearly stronger fingers into his.

Showing him who´s stronger, proving he´s gotten weak, making this a clear proof that he´s shrunk. Or simply she´s stronger, he´s not exactly a fit guy, she may as well have a lot of grip strength. In the end, this is only showing him one thing, inside that room, she´s the one in control.

He tried to resist but she was simply too strong. He couldn´t resist, now, this amazon had complete control, right now, she was about to proceed with this torture method, everything in order to get information he didn´t have.

This was unfair, all he did was to follow that sexy girl, who turned out to be the lunatic of Erin, and now, he was tired to a chair, mistaken for who knows who and about to be hurt. Was his life in danger? So far, all he knows is that, if what she said is true, his height´s in danger.

“One last chance. The codes?” She said as she had his index finger in hand, and with the pincers right at the tip of his nail.

“I… I don´t… please! My name´s Richard! Richard Collins! I… I know nothing about…” she pulled.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” she simply pulled, with her full strength, and easily pulled out his nail. He screamed, tried to kick, a tear fell from his eye. This hurt.

A feeling of pain came as soon as she pulled, followed by a searing pain. The tip of his finger felt hot, then, his whole finger. He didn´t want to look at it.

He, Richard, which was his real name, felt nauseous, for a moment, everything started to move in slow motion. He could see her taking his whole nail from the pincers, with blood and a generous amount of flesh.

Who´d tell a nail could hurt so bad?

Richard was blinking hard, his hand shaking, trying to make the pain stumble from his hand, but he couldn’t get it. His whole body was tense. His jaw tight. His breathing sped up, he threw his head back. Still screaming.

The woman didn´t seem to care. She just frowned and decided to ask once more.

“QUIET! It´s just one, now, ready to give me the code? Or should I move on with your middle finger? You still have nine nails left, but I don´t mind taking each and every single one of them off…” she made this clickety clack sound, which echoed in his mind.

The pain won´t cease, he won´t be able to forget the first finger, instead, he knew they will all add up. His hand, at one point, will feel like burning, his fingers like falling. He was certain that he didn´t want to see his finger now.

“No! NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” he screamed, until, he collapsed. Well, he was tied to the chair, so he just passed out.

After a while, he regained consciousness. But this time, two women were in the room.

“Seriously, Ally, do you have to be such a BRUTE every time we need to interrogate a guy? They are sensitive. They feel. Unlike you… are you even paying attention?” that was a familiar voice.

He opened his eyes, his vision cleared, just to find Hope, nagging all over this tall woman. Apparently, her name was Ally?

She seemed not to care about what Hope had to say, she was looking down at her, but without the guilt Hope wanted her to have. The regret, anything. She just seemed… numb. Listening to her only because she had to.

He looked at Hope for a second, she seemed taller, indeed. Not dramatically tall, but her head seemed to rise higher than it did before. He looked at her, up and down, and he noticed she had some vendages and alcohol.

“Seriously, you should be careful. I´m sure he would´ve confessed if you gave him some more time.” Hope said.

“Sure, because you´re SO good with this. Listen, you and the new girl haven´t got anything. I, on the other hand, am the one who ALWAYS gets the info. And believe me, I was being “careful”, I could´ve taken my hammer here and…”

“Don´t! Keep that away. Listen, your turn´s over. Now it´s…”

“It´s not your turn either, it´s that new girl´s… Erin. Well, we should not say our names, but you are so indiscrete. You know that we need to get rid of three out of every five guys because you just can´t keep your mouth shut, right?” Ally was right, Hope didn´t seem to be quite suited for this job.

“Whatever, just leave the room.” Hope said.

“Sure. But let me tell you one thing, no one, and I mean NO ONE will give you what you want just by saying please. Understood?”

Hope and Ally were total opposites. Ally was cold, meticulous, did what she had to in order to get the job done. And Hope, well, she´s playing nurse for Richard´s sore finger.

“I´m so sorry. I came here as soon as I heard you scream.” That was nice of hers, but was that of any use?

Richard wondered, is she genuinely nice? Or is this part of a bigger plan. Make this woman look as a friend, so that he confesses everything he knows. Make her seem like an angel, and then, when he´s not of any use, she´ll show her true colors and he´ll be doomed.

“There you go, feeling better?” she put hydrogen peroxide on his nail-less finger, so that it didn´t burned like alcohol would, then, she bandages his finger and kiss it? For real, she imprinted a soft kiss on it. Was she acting? Pretending?

Out of nowhere, a door seemed to be opened, well, it sounded like it. And Ally´s voice said: “Hey, don´t forget to give him the shot. It´s on my bag.” She hadn´t forgotten about it, but Hope just stepped in.

She opened the door and interrupted her time. Time Ally will also take from her, once her turn arrives.

“Sorry…” Hope said as she held the syringe inches away from his arm.

“P-please, H-Hope, don´t. Please.” The poor guy, she really wanted to stop. She couldn´t take it when a man looked like this. But she didn´t stop.

“Sorry, dear. I have orders too. And, if there´s no confession,” she rapidly injected him, “there´s a shot.” He could feel the serum flowing through his arm. This thing was burning.

Within a second, he was out. Back to the darkness where all these women seemed to be sending him every time.

“Wakey, wakey, we don´t have any time to lose.” That was Erin´s voice. The crazy one was back.

“Huh?” Richard knew that being knocked out and waken like this was bad for him. He had completely lost track of time, if he´s ever had it, of course.

“You´re tougher than I thought, so far, three of us have come here and there´s no confession. Wow, you certainly don´t want to give us those codes.”

“I DON´T have the codes. Otherwise, I would´ve already given the to you three, instead of being tied to this chair and…” he turned down, just to realize his clothes were gone. He was naked?

Erin grinned as she realized he was conscious about his current state. Sitting butt naked on the chair.

“How´s the breeze down there?” she turned at his member for a second. “I must say, it´s a shame Ally´s already told you about this serum we´re using. Oh well, sooner or later you´d find out…”

Erin stepped closer, her malicious smile and her mocking look straight at him. She definitely seemed bigger. He was in a dilemma.

There´s no way he can escape, his only way out is by giving them what they want. But he knows nothing about it. Codes? What codes?!

And the worst part is this serum they have. What could give them the ability to shrink a person? He has no clue, but now, his main worry is this crazy lady, who´s apparently bigger, coming straight at him. Why is he naked? Was she the one who stripped him down? He was soon to know.