Marissa tried to hide her glee as she carried the tiny person in her hand to her room.  She couldn’t help it but to think of all the fun she was going to have.  But the one feeling that surpassed all the others was interest.  Kids at her age are always interested with the world and to find something as fascinating as you, just made her curious.  Marissa closed her door and sat on her bed with her feet pulled up; she held you in her hands with eyes full of wonder.

You didn’t want to go through more torture.  You were tired, your head hurt from the fumes you inhaled, and your legs are still tingling.  You looked up at Marissa and couldn’t help but think of Gloria.  What happened next was completely unexpected.  She held you in her hand and her index finger from her other hand hovered over you.  She slowly pushed her finger down on your body increasing the pressure ever so slightly.  It got to the point where you couldn’t breathe as she still pressed on you.  You could see the curiosity on her face as she looked at the face you were making; pain.

When you couldn’t stand it anymore and you thought your chest would collapse from the pressure the finger was lifted off of you.  Taking in as much air as you could you tried to fill your lungs when Marissa picked you up between her index and thumb and examined you more.  She took her other index and thumb and pinched you shoulder ever so slightly to get a grip on it.  She started to rotate it and pull your shoulder making you grimace.  There was an audio pop and you let out a scream at the pain as she dislocated your shoulder.

Marissa heard you shout in pain and instantly dropped you.  She didn’t know she was hurting you and felt tears welling up as she started to apologize.

You didn’t expect to be dropped and landed on the bed as you heard, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-t-to.”  Marissa started to cry as you got up with a dislocated shoulder.  This was a shocker you knew you would be played with but you didn’t think she would react like this.  Gloria never reacted like this; never.  You started to feel sorry for her and tried to calm her down.  After a while she stopped sobbing and you were able to talk to her.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t think I would hurt.” She said.

“Ok its fine I just need you to do me a favor.”

“Ok,” she said.

“You are going to have to fix this, ok?”

“Ok, but how?”

This wasn’t the first time your shoulder’s been dislocated so you knew how to fix it.  “You’re going to have to push it back into place can you do that?”

“I-I-I think so,” she said slightly worried.

You told her how to hold you and to do the completely opposite of what she did. She pinched your shoulder and pushed your shoulder back and you heard a pop and you let out a groan as pain washed over your shoulder.  It felt better but still it throbbed from the dislocation.  When the pain subsided you looked up at the little girl who still had tears in her eyes.

Not wanting her to cry again you showed her you were fine by moving your arm, “See I’m ok now.”

She nodded and then placed you down on her bed.  You didn’t know what she was going to do next so you just stood there.  After a long time of just staring at each other she finally said, “Why are you tiny?”

This made you realize she doesn’t know anything about what her sister’s do.  She was innocent as far as you can tell about shrinking people.  So you decided to try and get on her good side; best to get a friend who might be able to help. 

“I was shrunken and then lost at the park.”

“Do you have a family?”

“Yeah.”

“Are they tiny too?”

“No.”

“Oh,” she said and you could hear the sound of disappointment. 

You decided to ask question of your own.  “Where are your parents?”

Marissa let out a sound of aggregation, “They went on a trip and left me with my sister.” You could hear the sound of dislike in her voice and especial at the word sister.

“You don’t like your sister?”

“Well I do… but,” she leaned in and whispered, “She’s really mean to me, but you can’t tell her that I said that ok?”

You cross your heart, “I swear but you have to keep this conversation a secret too.”

She frowned and looked confused but nodded and agreed.  The last thing you need is Brenda finding out that her little sister is talking to you.  It may not matter but the less she knows the easier it is for you to find a way out of this nightmare.

After I while she asked, “Did you know my sister?”

Slightly shocked you asked, “Why do you ask?”

She shrugged, “I heard her name before I came down stairs and wanted to know if you knew anything.”

You don’t know what to say.  If you say something that may disturb (like you killed her sister) she may turn on you, but you needed her trust so you tried to tell her what you thought would be sufficient.  “I knew her, but she wasn’t that nice of a person.”

“Like Brenda?”

You nodded.

That was all that was said and then again there was silence.  Not wanting this chance of a ‘friendship’ to break apart you asked, “So… you said you had a doll house for me to stay in?”

Marissa’s face light up at the mention of her doll house.  “Yeah!”  She quickly got off her bed and went to her closet.  She pulled out a big doll house which had some dolls and toys in it.  She quickly took them out and showed you the house.  Impressed at the size of the house it looked like a mansion.  She picked you up and brought you over to the house and started to give you a tour of the house.  When she got to the bed room, she put you on your bed which was decent compared to real beds, but better than sleeping in a plastic container for 5 YEARS!!!!

You were about to get comfortable when there was knock on the door and Brenda came in without Marissa’s permission. 

“Just to let you know dinner is ready and if you’re not down in the next five seconds no dinner.” 

“Ok,” Marissa said as she got up off the floor and picked you up and brought you to the dinner table.  She set you next to her plate of spaghetti and meat balls as they began to eat.  You got a small piece of spaghetti which you eat.  There wasn’t much talking throughout dinner but every once and a while you would look up and see Brenda staring at you.  She would lick her lips and wink at you causing you to shiver at the thought of what that food was going through. 

After dinner was done the table was cleared off and the dishes were done Brenda sat on the couch and started to watch T.V.  Marissa was about to go upstairs with you when Brenda stopped her.

“Wait,” she said causing Marissa to stop.  “You had your fun with him, now it’s my turn.  Bring him here.”  Marissa complied with Brenda as she carried you over to her who picked you up and told Marissa to leave which she did.

“What were you two doing before dinner?”

“She just showed me the doll house.”

“Uh-Huh,” she said not believing you.  Without another word she pulled a sock off her foot and brought it to her face.  “I have been wearing these all day,” she took a whiffed and let out a sound of disgust.  “I would not like to be you,” she said as she brought the sock closer to you.  Without a warning she dropped you in the sock and your head spun at the smell.  It reeked of old sweat and new sweat.  The musky smell of her sweat was everywhere and the humidity was bad, really bad.  You swear there was a layer of mist which was sweat.  Before you could shout out your disgust a wall of pink flesh blocked out the light and slide into the sock.  You were pressed up again the heel of the sock as Brenda’s foot filled the space.  Your face was in material getting a mouth full of fibers that tasted salty. 

Brenda pulled her sock on and felt you at the bottom of her heel.  She then brought her feet up and sat on her legs, Indian style so you were under her butt too.  She felt you squirming under her heel and let out a smile, this next part was going to be good…

For some reason there was another stench you couldn’t quit place as it mixed with the smell of sweat.  The air started to heat up and the foot started to sweat.  Beads of your sweat covered your body as you were starting to sweat too.  You were covered in liquid on your back but the front of you was being absorbed by the material the sock was made of.  Your mouth and face were still pressed into the fibers and you swear you tasted dirt too.  When you thought it couldn’t get any worse you heard a deafening roar above you and then warmer air.  Your eyes widened at the stench and then it hit you; Brenda was sitting on her feet and she farted.

“Oh I have been holding that in for hours…” Brenda said smiling at the discomfort she was putting you through.  She let another one rip and continued watching her T.V. show.

There was another deafening sound and you couldn’t help but yell at your displeasure.  Never had you been through something as cruel and diabolical as being under a butt and foot at the same time.  This displeasure was immense.  Where the butt produced a foul air (that was the smell you couldn’t pick out) the foot kept you pinned and unable to move or shut your noise.  The sweat also didn’t help you at all as you felt it cover your body and you knew it wasn’t just your sweat now, it was Brenda’s.   You thought you would suffocate from all the smells of toxic air when there was movement and then the foot withdrew from the sock.  Brenda picked you out of the sock and brought you out toward her face.

“Ready to tell me what you guys did?”

You couldn’t form words after the torture you were put through and then Brenda shrugged her shoulders and brought you to her face closer.  You could smell her breath of spaghetti sauce, as she opened her mouth and gave you a lick.

“Mmmmm you taste salty…”  She then curled her tongue around you and pulled you into her mouth causing you to shout in protest.  She swished you around and pushed you under her tongue and let her saliva build there.  She then swallowed the saliva but kept you pinned there and let the process continued for another couple of minutes.  Until she was bored and spat you into her hand.

“You going to tell me now or am I going to have to do more to you?”

“OK, OK, just stop.  We… we played dolls and she accidently broke my shoulder and fixed it.”

She gave you a smile, “See that wasn’t so hard now was it?  Marissa!”

Marissa came down stairs and Brenda gave you to her.  Then Marissa went upstairs and put you in your own bed. 

“What’s that smell?” she asked as you saw the look of disgust on her face.

“I don’t want to talk about it.  Could you wash me up?”

She nodded and brought you to the bathroom where she washed you with a bar of soap and then brought you back to her room.  You were about to go to bed when she asked you question.  Silly stuff like what do you eat, your favorite food, color, and other stuff.  After a while she got tired and went to bed.  She turned the lights out and then asked you one more question.

“What’s your name?”

Gloria never asked you about your name, she just hear someone say it.  Same with Brenda, she heard Gloria talking about you in an e-mail.  It was slightly reassuring that Marissa was going to be different then her family by asking you personally what your name is.

“Mike, my name is Mike.”

“Well good night Mike,” she said in a tired voice.

“Good night Marissa.”  The two of you feel asleep.