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Hell. It had to be. Nothing else compared to what life had been for Helen since she fainted on campus and awoke trapped in the moist confines of a stranger’s fist. Whispers and faint laughters had followed as she was passed from hand to hand before landing in a cold test tube. On the other side of the glass, a pair of green irises observed her struggles. She painfully tried to stand up before being thrown back on her butt with the slightest shake. A muffled chuckle emerged as the green disappeared, replaced by the black eye of the titaness’ phone camera.

“Smile bitch.”

Helen didn’t know how much time had passed since. Every day, her tube would be picked up from the dark drawer’s depth she and many others were kept in, only to be shoved back in the confines of their captress’ decrepit Eastpak Pak’r. The girl would roam campus, going from dorm to dorm, picking tubes up and replacing them with scrunched up fivers and the occasional sawbuck. Helen grabbed her knees and sobbed. She was worth the average fast food meal.

The trade had never been a secret. Shrinky rights advocates had long given up on the fight against the black market. That, or they all ended up being sold to the highest bidders themselves. There had never been a lot of immune allies after all.

Light flooded Helen’s world again. However this time, her captress’ fingers pressed against her tube, lifting it up towards the heavens. Above, the giants debated her fate - a simple negotiation over two bucks the girl reaching for her prison didn’t feel like paying.

“Don’t try that shit with me Becks. I know what rates are for sub-inchers. This one’s not getting there with its arms raised. You get 5 bucks for it or I’m taking my business to Chester from now on.” the brunette said on a tone that got her captress to grunt, before finally deciding it wasn’t worth losing a customer over a single shrinky.

“Whatever. Hand the cash over. I should have a new batch by Thursday. Don’t forget to send me the photo of that bitch you want. Maybe she’ll show up on my next hunt…” the titaness replied, letting go of Helen’s tube. Before she could hear or witness more, darkness engulfed the shrunken woman again, as she was plunged in her new owner’s bag.

“I’ve got you losers a new friend!”

Helen abruptly woke up as the muffled voice buzzed through her glass prison. The constant rocking motion paired with exhausting anxiety had finally beaten her to sleep sometimes during her new owner’s afternoon lecture. A sudden shock sent her flying through the tube’s length as the giant dropped her bag, letting half its content spill over the darkwood floor. Outside, through the fingerprint-covered glass, she could make out the blurry silhouettes of people no taller than her, scurrying about the mess, trying to save themselves from a crushing fate.

Helen’s stomach turned as she was once again jerked around. Her prison arose from darkness, pinning her to its bottom. Her owner’s teeth gripped the cork, opening the tube with a distinctive pop, before promptly spitting it halfway across the room. The perfectly white teeth contrasted tastefully with the dark lipstick covering the titaness’ smile. That’s all Helen got to see before gravity inverted and she found herself sliding along the tube’s length. For the first time in however long it’d been since she’d been found shrunk, her skin wasn’t touching cold glass. Unfortunately, the relief didn’t last. The clashing sound of the tube colliding with the floor got her right back on her feet as her survival instincts kicked in. She hadn’t survived thirst, hunger and traumas just to get steamrolled by a lab accessory.

A few shrinkies timidly watched Helen from a distance, hiding among the mess. A newcomer wasn’t good news. they thought. The more they were, the more disposable they became - or so they tried to rationalize. In truth, their relative god had no such consideration. They were all disposable, no matter how many shrinkies scurried around her floors.

“Watch the shoes this time. I don’t want bitch guts on them again. Y’all can’t clean that shit properly…” the giant girl sighed above, not deigning to look down before kicking each of her sneakers off. The shoes crashed in a stack, causing a couple of shrinkies to dive for safety as they fell. Warmth engulfed Helen’s naked body. She reveled in the feeling. It didn’t matter if it came from worn shoes or stuffy nylons - she had missed it too much.

She breathed for a moment, taking in her new environment. Everything attacked her senses. Around her, desperation reigned. She watched as the collapsed and seemingly broken body of a fellow shrinky was brought out of one of the sneakers’ dark confines. Another shrunken woman followed, her bruised skin glistening with sweat.

“I’m sorry. I tried to hold onto her, but she… She slipped.” the tiny blonde said grimly to another. Helen could tell it wasn’t the first time they’d witnessed this.

The marking on the titaness’ shoes left no place for wonder as to the type of girl Helen now belonged to. She’d seen scenes like these before on social media. It didn’t do the horror any justice. She choked on a cry as the uncomfortable scent finally registered within her brain.

This was hell, and she had the rest of her life to get used to it.

For a month with only 29 days, it's been a very long one for me, with lots of hardships to deal with. Still, I managed to find enough flow to put this piece together - going back to Daz for a more realistic vibe.

As always, I hope you'll enjoy it! :)