Another week passed and the spy was now only five inches tall. She wouldn't have minded much but she knew that, if she didn't submit to Dr. Praetorius' demand, she would shrink much smaller, soon and disappear. She watched her captor casually drinking his coffee, as she stood on the breakfast nook counter.
'When are you going to end this farce!? Just test the damn serum on me and be done with it!'
He smiled down at her. 'You know the rules... admit you are my toy and you get the shot. How small you wish to be before you give in is entirely up to you.' She stamped her delicate foot, prompting a cruel laugh and not-too-gentle pat on the head. 'I'm going to check the mail, little one, so don't get any wild ideas. At your size, something stupid could prove fatal.'
Do what!? She thought. I’m 5 inches tall. What am I gonna to jump off the counter and.... hey…he left his cell phone on the counter! A trap? Perhaps, but she could try calling Daniel. He was Thomas Praetorius' best friend and could probably reason with him! She ran over to the table-sized phone. Dialing it was easy...he was on speed dial but it rang several times before Daniel finally answered.
'Hello?' he said, sounding hoarse.
The spy shouted into the phone, 'DANIEL!!! YOU HAVE TO...ARLLLL!!!!' and yelped as Dr.Praetorius grabbed her from behind and hung up the phone.
'Calling Daniel, eh? I know he's infatuated with you... did you think he'd rescue you? No cure for you if that's the case!'
'No, Master! ... I thought he'd reason with you! ... He is a real friend!'
The phone rang again and Dr. Praetorius dangled his pet over the garbage disposal. 'One squeak out of you...and you're pulverized. Got it?' She nodded vigorously as she dangled painfully by one arm.
'Thomas Praetorius speaking...why yes, Dan, I did just call you earlier...I swallowed some coffee down the wrong way and had to hang up! Yes, I have heard from Steffi.... she loves Germany but I do hope she returns soon! I wanted to tell you, I can't come to the party tonight... no I'm not worried about catching your cold, I have a... little problem at the lab that needs my immediate attention. Next week, OK? Great! Bye now.'
He glared down at the slave. 'A very little problem...soon to be even smaller...' He tied her to the faucet, still dangling over the disposal and filled a thimble with wine.
'No, Master! Not again! Please! Let me shrink normally! I’m sorry!'
'I would have but you insist on causing trouble. The best thing to do is shrink you down so that you’re totally helpless. Drink up,' as he untied her and held her again between thumb and forefinger, 'or you get chopped and mashed up with all the other disposables.'
She looked at him with pleading eyes then shakily started to drink...and diminished to 2 1/2 inches.
'VERY cute! I'd better hold on to you tighter!'
She gulped down the last bit then looked up at him, silently pleading for mercy. She wouldn’t get it.
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