The next morning, Logan got ready for work as always, keeping an eye out for any glimpse of his two tiny pets. Usually they stayed hidden from him early in the day, but every now and then he'd catch sight of one along the floorboards, or looking out through one of the holes they poked out of the wall. They were always hungry in the morning, after all, and he knew they looked forward to the scraps he left out for them.
As he fixed himself a bowl of cereal, Logan found himself wondering whether or not they actually fought over the food, or anything else for that matter. He knew they didn't like each other, but then again, they never showed any bruises or black eyes. You'd think after so long in the same place, with no one else their own size to talk to, they would've kissed and made up. Instead, they seemed to avoid each other, and did what they could to get the other one caught, like Brooke did the previous night.
The first couple of days he had them, Logan went out of his way to catch them both at the same time. That didn't prove all that difficult, actually. They were still too new at being captives to know how to hide very well, or that they could simply ignore his demands to come out or face the consequences. Unlike many men, though, he wasn't into girl-on-girl action, so he never forced them to play with each other--not that they would have, considering how much each obviously despised her shrunken compatriot. In any case, using both of them simultaneously was somewhat difficult, so normally one wound up off to the side while he worked on the other. Pretty soon they figured out that was the ideal time to escape.
After a while, Logan just quit bothering to capture both. One would do just fine, and he really didn't care which one it was. Both were sexy as hell, after all. Abigail had a muscular, well-toned body with firm breasts and strong legs, and he loved the way she always fought against his machinations until the last. Brooke, on the other hand, was a shapely, softer morsel with an amazing figure and tight little ass. She rarely resisted his commands at first, but she did have her limits, and Logan enjoyed finding ways to humiliate her that really pushed her over the edge. Normally, she was passive and seemingly timid, but she had a fiery temper that flared when he pressed her too far, and for whatever reason watching her explode with anger really turned him on.
Logan didn't really know all that much else about the two little women he kept in his home. Until recently, he just hadn't felt any need or desire to find out. He treated them like they were just another kind of pet, but not like any dog or cat he ever owned before. No, these were far better. Unlucky in love and generally uninterested in relationships, he had instead found the perfect substitutes. All he had to do when he wanted sexual fulfillment was hunt around for a bit until he found Brooke or Abby. Who really cared what kind of people they really were? What did it matter? They were sex toys to him, nothing more.
Or so he kept telling himself.
These days, though, he was starting to feel differently. Oh, he enjoyed the sex as much as always, but there was only so much he could do with them against their will. Perhaps it was simple boredom, but he just didn't feel quite as right about this situation as he once did. Lately, he found himself wondering what things would be like if, instead of running and hiding at his approach, they instead looked forward to his arrival every evening. Might it not be better if they actually fought for the chance to be with him each night? That was why he was starting to be nicer and reward them when they pleased him. He figured that eventually they'd realize life with him wasn't really all that bad.
Still, Logan knew this wasn't something he could accomplish overnight. After all, they did have minds of their own, unlike the typical small animal or pet fish. They also had months of hatred of him to get over, and that wasn't easily overcome. He also had to control his own impulses, and remind himself to be nice every now and then. That wasn't proving to be as easy as he originally thought, either.
What he really wanted, he was slowly starting to realize, was to come home one day and find one or both of them waiting for him, instead of hiding. They would never do that, though, because each was too busy despising the other to even consider giving in to his desires in the slightest. Instead, they had turned their incarceration into a private war between themselves. Not a physical one, where they might come to blows, but something much subtler.
For a while, a very long while, Logan enjoyed playing them off against each other. The novelty of this had faded now, though. Attempting to hunt them down or trap them was still fun every now and then, but not so much now as it was in the beginning. Back then, the thrill of the search was the most important part of the evening--a game of hide-and-seek with the ultimate reward. Now, trying to find one of his pets was a tedious annoyance. That was why it was so nice to find Abby so easily the previous night.
The good thing about the situation was he had all the time in the world to put his new plan into motion. They weren't going anywhere, were they? After so many months, they were obviously here for the duration. He figured they could probably get out of the building if they tried, but they were too scared to do that, and besides, they had nowhere to go. He was pretty sure they tried to get out once before, through the kitchen window, because they left it partially open their first night in his home. He sealed up that escape route as soon as he realized what they did, but he was quite certain they could find other ways out of the building if they really put their tiny minds to it. Since they were still here, he figured they must've had a rude reminder out there of just how big the world really was.
Sometimes, Logan actually thought about what things must be like for them. To be so small must be a truly humiliating and frustrating experience. Early on, he felt no empathy for their situation. Instead, whenever he considered how tiny they were, all he could do was chuckle. He thought their smallness was nothing less than hilarious.
Now, though, it no longer seemed quite so amusing. And he didn't really know why.
After he first captured the two of them, Logan was fairly tentative with his new toys. He made them dance and dress up, and played with them in his hands, but little else. Only when he discovered the shrinking sub-culture on the Internet did he really start trying new things, most of which simply would never have occurred to him without the help of all those fantasy web sites.
Sometimes he wondered what the people who posted on those forums would think if they knew one of their readers really had a couple of miniature women in their house. A couple of times he considered posting, but he always talked himself out of it, instead remaining content to simply lurk in the background. Besides, he knew they'd never believe him anyway.
At last Logan finished his breakfast and washed the dishes out in the sink. Surreptitiously he glanced around, wondering if one of them might've snuck into the kitchen to try to get first crack at whatever he saw fit to leave out before he left. He didn't see any movement, but of course they would've been in hiding, not out in the open. They wouldn't want to chance getting caught and abused so early in the morning.
So what should he leave them for breakfast, anyway? One nice thing about Brooke and Abby was they didn't really eat all that much. He snickered to himself as he remembered capturing Abby in the cereal box the day before, so he decided that would serve as a perfect joke. He dumped out a few flakes and set them on a saucer, which he left in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Smiling, Logan pulled on his overcoat, gathered up his wallet and keys, and headed for the front door, taking a moment to ensure neither of his two captives were hiding in his pockets, clinging to his feet, or lurking near the entrance. Though they never showed any interest in getting out before, he was not the sort to take chances. Still, after so many months without any escape attempts by his little pets, he grew somewhat lax in his security procedures, so he didn't feel the two warm lumps nestled deep within the coat lining.
Once assured that he could safely leave, Logan exited quickly and locked the door behind himself. As usual, he peeked in the window to see if he could spot any movement, but saw nothing. They were probably waiting for the sound of his car driving off before they would emerge, he figured.
He turned away, getting into his vehicle and driving off. In the back of his mind, he found himself wishing he could've seen them wave goodbye to him. They would never do that, though. The only thing they would ever do upon his departure was relax in relief, and for some unknown reason that saddened him.
Logan turned on the radio, hoping the music would help push such thoughts from his mind. After all, unless something changed drastically, he could expect things to remain as they were for the foreseeable future. He figured his chances of truly changing their attitudes about him were slim to none, unless of course they arrived at some kind of truce. The chances of that, though, seemed even less likely. When he came home tonight, he expected to find them hiding in the baseboards again, or somewhere else, unless Abby found a way to get even with Brooke, in which case he'd have another easily acquired plaything for the night.
He sighed. Too bad it had to be that way, he thought as the next song came on the radio. He raised an eyebrow as he recognized the tune: "Magic." A vision of lovely little Abigail, eyes shut and hands wrapped around a karaoke microphone, sprang unbidden into his mind. Cursing, he changed the channel quickly.
Thinking about them was useless, he told himself irately, so he pulled up to a corner vending machine and bought a newspaper, hoping to get his mind onto some other subject. To keep his mind occupied, he read snatches out of the paper as he waited at traffic signals. On this particular day, there was one story several pages deep in the first section that would've been of great interest to him, but he managed to make most of the lights, and never got past the front page.