It was twelve years ago, at a near late evening back then.
Chris was at the dollhouse resting for another easy night.
Of course during that time, he didnt care much about his
position. He was now at the height of three and a half
inches tall. He was considered ludicrous to the world, a
freak of shame, of who didnt deserve the title to be
called a man. He was alone as well. During the last
couple weeks, he became more of a monster to his wife and
child. An angry small tyrant, Chris believed to be.
He stared at the items that were in his possession, they
were items for his size. What he had are a piece of wool
thread thats like a rope, and a built knife from a bent
nail. There were times he thought maybe if he did just end
his pathetic life right here, it would all be over. He
couldnt take his life any step further; back then his
family was suffering financial problems due to his wife
failure at finding a permanent or good job, and the lust
that he wanted for sexual attention. The addition also was
that little five year old Carrie was being disobedient to
her three and a half inch father now. She would carry him
and play with him like a real doll that she just loved.
It drove him off the edge. He believes in order for them
to be free, he had to be free. But he never had the chance
to do so, thinking of a better hope for tomorrow.
Thats when it happened all over again.
Carrie was back in the living room after playing outside,
her mother was in bed. She stared at the dollhouse of
where her dad lived. She thought it would be a good idea
to play with him all over again so she walked to the
dollhouse and then finally opened up.
Chris was lying in the doll sized couch until a hand
manifested him. He couldnt break the grip especially at
this size. He knew it was Carrie.
Carrie
Put daddy down. Youre hurting me.
No, Im not. I want to play with you doll daddy. She
said defensively and very innocent.
Stop it Carrie! Put me down young lady! Im warning you.
It was no use; all of her respect to her father has
evaporated. Carrie didnt know at the time what was going
on. She only thought what a small child would think and
take advantage of it. At this moment, she began on
brushing Chriss hair by using a brush that was twice as
big as him. Carrie repeated to brush her dad, but not on
his hair, she was unaware that she was bruising Chris on
his head and chest as well.
Stop it! Carrie stop! Youre hurting me!
A few strokes after, the bruises were turning puffy to the
point they turned into wounds. Chris was bleeding and
itchy from that dirty brush now. Carrie was unaware of
what she just did for a second, but the minute she saw
Chris was bleeding she thought of a good idea, that was
good for him though he wouldnt like it any other way
possible.
Ill get you a band-aid.
Carrie once again held her father tightly on her left palm
and then brought him to the kitchen. She remembered that
the first-aid kit was above the microwave on a shelf, so
she pulled out a chair and climbed on since the shelf for
her was really high.
Chris at first, thought it was odd that she needed a boost
for her to climb, when Chris needed a lot of boost to get
where he needed. But of course the excuse for her is that
she was just a little girl, standing about three foot
five. Still, for him he had no excuse, what so ever to be
the size of a doll he should be helping her instead.
Picking her up not the other way around he thought, it
didnt make sense.
Carrie grabbed what she wanted and was focused on her doll
sized daddy.
This will fix you up.
She laid two bandages on him, to the point that it wrapped
up his body. She didnt even bother on taking off his
clothes when she did this. His mouth was now muffled over,
and his legs trapped on the two bandages.
Mmmfff
mmmfff
.. hummffff
Chris figured it was no use, he was under the control of
his five year old daughter. He just couldnt figure out
why isnt she aware of what she was doing to him. Her help
meant more harm, for him especially.
It would soon get worst after. A few hours after, Carrie
quickly removed the bandages out of Chris who was even
more pain than before. There were now marks and scars from
both the brush and band-aids. He couldnt think what to do
at the moment.
Sometime around that evening, Chris hid himself to the
backdoor of that lead to the basement. Carrie would be
looking for him since he escaped while she held him tight
while she napped on the couch. A lot of thoughts were
revolving to the point he thought about just jumping off
the stairs and just plunge to his death at the hard cement
floor of the basement. It would be a short fall, and maybe
painless than trying to stick himself with the handcraft
knife he had. He would rather have death than to face the
real world again. It was all too sudden now, it was now a
choice he rather do than have, and would later regret as
he made his final decision of which he never wanted. The
door accidentally blew open.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Sorry for the delay, don't worry though. 14 is coming along, but now it's your turn on what should happen by the outcome of 15. So any ideas what should happen next, fill me in and I'll piece up the ideas to the NEXT chapter after. Oh yeah just to let you guys know, this here is a flashback chapter, with the present set on 14.
Chapter End Notes:
Next Chapter: Carrie is on a line, she basically don't know what to do now. She found her father but what is there to do to protect him.