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Chapter 13…The Other Side of the Coin

“I have nothing to say to you” Mike spat. “Oh, come now Michael. It’s not often I have a full conversation with my avatar. I’ve done it probably three times in the last 2000 years. Aren’t you even slightly curious to what I have to say?” the Asura asked. “You’re all liars. Even now you’re lying about your appearance” Mike replied. “Everyone lies Michael. Even those holier than thou Yaksha. As for my appearance, I just chose one you’re familiar with to not frighten you” he replied. “You’re fucking with me to get deeper into my head. I won’t help you so you might as well turn off this meditation or jutsu or whatever the fuck this is” Mike said walking away. “Even if what I have to say depends on your life?” the Asura asked. Mike paused. “You threatening me?” Mike asked. “Oh, by no means Michael. Let’s just say Ora left out a few details concerning spiritual contracts. Now, shall we have a civilized conversation” he asked. “And how do I know you’re not lying?” Mike asked. “Ora told you. In the Astral Plane there are NO lies. Ready for my side of things?” the Asura asked. Mike nodded. The Asura snapped his fingers and Mike found himself in a park. “Stamford park” Mike muttered. “Yes I borrowed this from your memories. I remember this day myself. July 4, 2006. Warm sunny day, picnics, kids playing like you over there. Your grandpa…well he was more interested in some of the women than celebrating your holiday. Come and sit” the Asura said.

Mike sat down at a picnic table looking at his younger self playing with kids. “Where should I begin? Well, might as well tell you what my kind really do. Yaksha make us out to be demons hellbent on death and misery. That we want to destroy or enslave the human race. Pfft…no. The Asura are the other side of an equation that must be balanced. A balance that is lost because of you humans. We Asura balance the scales but that’s not all we’ve chosen to do. Okay, every apex predator on this planet is kept in check by various forces of nature. Prey population, natural resources, diseases to name the most common. You humans are different. You evolve to get around these problems. The standard checks and balances stopped working on you. So we Asura have to, prune the tree so to speak” he said. “You mean killing us off to lower the population” Mike scoffed. “To be blunt yes. We feel responsible for this because in many ways we’re responsible for your progress” he said. “What?” Mike asked. “Long, very long ago we Asura argued with the Yaksha about how to guide humanity. The Yaksha argued order and harmony was best. We argued that conflict, pain, misery, and chaos was best” he said. “Yeah I’ll take order and harmony any day” Mike told him. “Little problem with that Mike. An orderly and harmonious species stagnates. It’ll eventually reach a cultural, technological, and genetic dead end” he said. “Even if I buy that, how would your way be better?” Mike asked. “Progress can arise out of conflict. Technology progresses fastest amidst war. Chaos forces change. And of course, survival of the fittest. Consider the everyday mundane things in your life.”

“The Internet was created from the ARPANET as a communications system that could survive a nuclear war. GPS was created by the military. Satellites wouldn’t even be a thing if it weren’t for Nazi scientists. Then you have medicines like morphine, sulfa drugs, penicillin, and whatnot created because of war. So much of your technological progress in the last 200 years is a result of conflict. And because of that progress, humanity has undergone a population explosion. Your progress threatens the world. So we Asura help stem the tide. If it was left to the Yaksha, you humans would still be using leeches for fevers and wiping your asses with leaves” the Asura said with a slight grin. “You hinted my life was in danger. That Ora lied to me. What do you mean?” Mike asked. “You remember that chain you saw attached to your chest? As she said, that’s the connection our contract has. Ora would have you believe that breaking the bond is as simple as snapping that chain with her bullshit therapy sessions. Well, truthfully changes in your personality would sever our contract. However, that chain is deeply anchored in your soul. Breaking it would kill you or at best put you in a permanent coma. A meat puppet with a broken shattered soul. After all, that’s what killed your grandfather” the Asura said nonchalantly. “You killed my grandfather?!” Mike yelled. “No, he killed himself. While you were away in the Army, your grandfather went to great lengths to not shrink and torture girls. At one point he went two whole years” he said. “While you screamed in his mind to do it no doubt” Mike hissed. “Hey, our kind literally feed off that shit. Not everyone can live off of cheeseburgers, pizza, beer, and weed like you. Anyway, during a drinking binge and crying over your mother’s grave, he realized you would one day find out his secrets. And to avoid a repeat of your mother decided to get help. Care to guess who helped him? I’ll give you a hint. It rhymes with Ora” the Asura whispered smirking.

Mike sat there stunned beyond belief. “Didn’t you find it strange she knew exactly what buttons to press? How to go about precisely helping you? Contracts and those that make them, are all unique. She wasn’t even shocked you showing up at her door with an artifact. It’s because she did it before with your grandpa. She never told you any of this. Doesn’t sound like someone I’d trust” the Asura said. “But she said she knew my problems because of the Astral Plane, her spiritual sight” Mike muttered. “The Astral Plane is capable of great things such as revealing hidden emotions, but it cannot reveal the causes behind them. She let you draw your own conclusions using your memories like a fake Coney Island psychic” the Asura said smiling. Mike’s heart was pounding. His breathing deeper. “Good, embrace it” the Asura muttered. Mike glared at him. “The anger. Embrace it because angry GETS SHIT DONE” the Asura said excited. The Asura stood up and sat next to him. “If you embrace my power. Concede that you’re my avatar, I’ll grant you more power than just shrinking magics and a healthy body. Immortality. Mind control. Psychokinesis. Lightning. Real fucking power!” the Asura yelled. “Promise Katie and Kanya won’t fall under your gaze and you got a fucking deal” Mike hissed. “DONE” the Asura said with a booming voice. The sky in the scenery grew stormy. The wind picked up. Lightning crackled overhead as they shook on it.

“He looks like he’s coming out of it” Kanya said looking up at the giant. “Get back! His aura shifted!” Ora yelled having the two shrunken girls on the floor scoot back a few feet. Mike focused his eyes and stretched his neck. “Michael?” Ora asked wary floating in front of him. His eyes narrowed on her. “You lied to me” he said coldly. “Lied? What…what are you talking about?” Ora asked. “You…fucking…lied to me!” Mike yelled. “The Asura…whatever he told you was a lie” Ora said. “We were on the Astral Plane. You yourself said lies don’t exist there” he said slowly standing up. “Mike what’s going on?!” Katie yelled. “This half-truth selling bitch lied to me. Her ability to break the contract the Coin has on me was true but what she conveniently left out was doing so would most likely kill me. Ain’t that right Ora?” Mike asked. Ora saw his aura grow darker, but more troubling was the magics she sensed in him earlier had grown considerably stronger.“Is this true Ora?” Katie asked. Ora didn’t answer. “You bet your M&M sized ass it’s true. Not only that, but she’s also the main reason my grandfather is dead. She helped him break his contract and it killed him. That’s why you weren’t shocked at all when I showed up here for the first time. You already knew about the Coin. That my grandfather had a grandson. Also explains why the Asura shouted in my goddamned head to squash you. He knew how big a threat you truly were” Mike said coldly. He suddenly grabbed Ora as she hovered in the air. Instinctively, she began to use her magic to strike him down or at least let her go. “No bitch” Mike hissed as he commanded lightning to course though his hand painfully shocking Ora. She cried out and went limp. If it wasn’t for her near immortal body and natural inborn magic defenses, she would’ve been electrocuted.

“How did you learn about him? He come to you? You went to him?” Mike asked flicking her in the face with his giant finger. “I was meditating when a blip of shrinking magic registered in the Astral Plane. A freak chance really it happened when it did. It led me to him. When I found him he was a broken shell of a man and wanted to be free. It took nearly a year and a half before he was ready to be freed but he did it himself all alone in the end. Try as I could, I couldn’t find the Coin. But…but I knew…”

“You knew he had a grandson which would find it for you and make a contract of his own. Then all you had to do was bring me here and making sure the contract is broken here you could finally contain the Coin. Me ending up at the only Buddhist temple with someone that could point me your way wasn’t coincidence was it? WAS IT?!” Mike shouted squeezing her until a rib broke. “No, it wasn’t. My son cast a weak persuasion spell on you when you neared it” Ora whimpered. “With all your talk, you’re no better than the Asura” Mike said tossing her away. Mike put his shoes back on, shrunk his grandfather’s diary, and put it in his pocket. “But the curse…” Katie said. "I made a deal, so you and Kanya are immune from it. We’re leaving " Mike said coldly as he plucked up the girls. Mike walked to the front door. “Please…don’t leave. I admit I was wrong not telling you everything, but I truly wish to help you. I was struggling to find a way to save your grandfather at the end. A safe way to finally break the contract but he faced his final fear on his own and broke it himself. If you leave now the way you are, you may never be free of it” she said holding her side. Mike paused. “Please! Don’t give into your anger the way your grandfather did!” Ora yelled crying. “…you cross my path again and I’ll kill you” Mike said with glowing eyes. Ora fluttered down to the floor weeping. “I’m not going” Kanya said softly. Mike looked at her in his right hand. “Suit yourself. Katie?” Mike asked. “I’ll…I’ll stay with you” she whispered. Mike bent down and placed Kanya on the floor. “Look after him” Kanya whispered to Katie. Mike stormed out of the cabin. “This is all my fault. I should’ve told him everything, but I was too scared” Ora said crying. “Is he truly lost?” Kanya asked walking to her. “No, he let me live so some of him remains. But that light in the darkness is now flickering” Ora replied. As Mike drove home, Katie, sitting in the cup holder could see him wiping tears away. She realized he wasn’t just angry. He was hurt from being betrayed…again.

Hours later, Mike was sitting quietly on his sofa watching tv. “We going to talk about what happened?” Katie asked. “There’s nothing to talk about. You heard everything” he replied. “Is this what you really want in life? Shrinking and torturing innocent girls?” Katie asked. “…no” he replied softly. Mike stood up and grabbed his keys. “Where are you going?” she asked nervous. “I’m in the mood for hot wings” he said. “Are you going to…hurt another girl?” Katie asked. “It’s just wings dammit!” Mike yelled slamming the door behind him. Mike drove to Hartford which was about 35 minutes or so away. It gave him a little bit of time to really think on what he bargained for. It was true that it wasn’t what he wanted but seeing how freedom meant death, he saw little choice in the matter. The silver lining to him was at least if he went into withdrawals, Katie and Kanya would not be a target. He parked at Joe’s Wings and Beer. Best wings in town but the crowd left something to be desired. Biker gangs took it over so by no means was it a family diner. Think Buffalo Wild Wings with more felonies, tattoos, and fistfights. Mike walked in and it was like a cliche record scratch. Everyone paused at the strait-laced guy walking in. Mike sat at the bar table. “30 hot wings. Heavy on the sauce. To go. Meantime a beer on tap” Mike ordered. The bartender, wary of how others looked at Mike, served him up. A few minutes passed as Mike sipped his beer.

“You lost or something?” someone asked behind him. Mike turned around to find a rather large man in classic biker outfit staring at him. “Not really” Mike replied quietly. “Figured you might be as this is for Bikers. Diablos Bikers” he said pointing to a patch of the devil on the back of his jacket. “Thought this was a free country” Mike said sipping his beer. “Friend of yours baby?” a woman in her mid-20’s asked feeling his right shoulder. Dressed in a shirt too tight, chubby, way too much makeup, with boots to her shins. Mike found her unappealing. “Just saying he might want to find another place to drink” the man replied. “Look pal. I just want a beer while I wait for my wings. I’ll be out in 10 minutes. I don’t want trouble from you…or her” Mike said scrutinizing the man’s woman. “You got a problem with my wife?” the man asked catching Mike’s tone. Mike sighed. The man slapped the beer out of his hand sending its shattering onto the floor. “Now Lou, we don’t want no trouble” the bartender said. “Ain’t no trouble if this cockwart apologizes then fucks out of here” the man said. Mike stared at the spilled beer and broken glass on the floor. “I just wanted a fucking beer and wings” Mike hissed. “Tell me something…Lou was it? When you fuck her, is it like throwing a hotdog down a hallway? I mean does she even still have tread on the tire?” Mike asked smirking. “You motherfucker!” the man yelled throwing a punch.

Mike caught his fist and instantly fired off a lightning spell making the man scream as if being hit with a taser. The others went to get up. “You ain’t seen shit!” Mike yelled hitting them all with a mind control spell. All of them sat where they were talking and drinking once more as if nothing happened. Mike turned his attention to the woman who was too shocked to move. Mike grinned as he shrunk her where she stood to three inches tall. Getting off his barstool, Mike plucked her off the floor. Unconscious as expected, she just flopped around in his grip. “Get your ass up” Mike commanded Lou. Lou weakly stood up. Mike immediately placed him under his control. “No matter where I go there’s people like you. People that think they’re King Shit because they rule their sandbox. Well guess what Lou? I’m the new kid that just kicked sand in your fucking face telling you your “power” ain’t shit. And to prove my point, you’re going to eat your wife” Mike said with burning eyes. “One moment. Last thing I want is you to choke. Let’s get these ho ass starter kit clothes off little lady” Mike said tearing the shrunken clothes off his now tiny wife. Took him a moment with her boots and socks. Now with her naked, Mike focused back on Lou. “Open wide” he commanded. Lou opened his mouth and Mike placed his shrunken wife headfirst inside.

“Close your mouth and savor her flavor. Act like she’s the most flavorful piece of steak you ever fucking ate” he said. Lou sucked and ran his tongue all over her as he quietly moaned. Her tiny bare feet sticking out between his lips moving about as his giant tongue batted her around. “Good. Work up some saliva and swallow her” Mike said. Lou paused and slurped her in. Then he swallowed. Mike watched as the bulge passed down his throat disappearing past his collarbone. “You won’t remember a thing about tonight except in your nightmares. Let it drive you fucking crazy” Mike hissed as he sat back down. Mike dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “Your wings are up sir” the bartender said giving him the bag. “On you right?” Mike asked with glowing eyes. “Y…yes sir. On the house” the bartender stammered. Mike left and got into his car.

“Well now. It seems you’re enjoying your new powers quite well” the Asura said. “Let’s get something straight. I’m not your ride or die murder buddy. We do this it’s going to be my way. You’ll get your tributes, but I call the shots” Mike said starting the car. “Whatever you say Michael. Whatever you say…” the Asura said softly.

At the moment, the tiniest crack in the Coin formed…

Chapter 15…Let the Games Begin

After the allotted time, Mike and Katie returned to the basement this time holding a chess set. “Alright my little ladybugs. Have you all picked your teams?” he asked. As if anticipating his next command, they visually separated into two groups of six. Closely inspecting them, some that didn’t cringe as the giant got closer, showed signs of a scuffle. Mike chuckled seeing that the selection wasn’t unanimously agreed on. Mike began setting up the chessboard. Once he was done, he lowered his hand into the terrarium. “Group one get in my hand” he said. Nervous and frightened, they obeyed. Seeing the swirls in his flesh made them realize how tiny they were. Six adult women picked up effortlessly like bugs. Mike moved slowly for them and set his hand down on the table. “Now hop off” he said. They did as told. He repeated the process for the next group. “As you probably guessed, you all are going to play a game of chess. The rules are almost the same as a normal game of chess. One exception though. You won’t be picking up the pieces. You’ll be pushing them with you whole body” he said. “That’s not fair! Even that pawn must weight 700 lbs. easy!” one shouted. Mike looked upon her and she immediately regretted opening her mouth. “You have a point ladybug #7” he said before shrinking the board and pieces to 1/4 its size. Now it’s just 175 lbs. for you. If a piece falls, I’ll pluck it up for you. It goes without saying stamina as well as brains will be required for this. There will be a one-hour time limit. Once time is up, the side with the lowest number of points loses" he said. “Ladybug #7. Call it in the air” he said dropping a dime on the table. “Heads” she squeaked. The dime landed close to them knocking the shortest weakest ones on their teeny, little asses. “Heads it is. What color?” he asked. “White” she replied. Mike pulled his phone out. “And begin!” he said starting the timer.

Mike watched as they started off with pawn G2 to G4. Two of the ladybugs shoved the pawn to the location. The black team countered with the same. Mike scooted back with Katie to allow the ladybugs to play without him leering over them. “That’s a good strategy” Mike muttered watching black team. “You play chess?” Katie asked. “Not for a while but it’s not the game I was talking about. Two of them push the piece and then trade off to rest. Playing chess is one thing, shrunk down and forced to move the pieces like that is another. It discourages you from using long range moves like bishops and rooks. Then again, it’s pretty hard to win without them” Mike replied watching with a grin. White knight took pawn and Mike plucked it away startling one of the players. His words about those that lose once again fresh in her mind. She scrambled back yelling at one of them. Apparently the one giving the moves. They argued and the one giving the moves was slapped. “Tick tock ladies” Mike warned. The ladybugs now moved the bishop from C8 to C7. White knight takes another pawn. Black bishop takes a pawn. White team rallies with four ladybugs pushing their bishop across the board taking the black bishop. Mike watches grinning knowing the outcome.

15 minutes later…

“No…no please…” one of the ladybugs of black team begs as the entire white team pushing the Queen into position. “CHECKMATE!” they yelled. “And the winner with 11 minutes left is the white team! White team, please board my hand to return to your home” Mike said. Their happiness at winning was shadowed by the reminder of their circumstances. "Please vote on the MVP of your team today as he dropped them back inside. “As for the back team, vote on the one you consider the reason you lost. You have 10 minutes” Mike said. Mike and Katie watched as they squabbled until they singled out one. “Her” one said pushing her forward. Mike recognized her as the main one giving out moves. “May I ask why?” he asked. “She told us where to move them. Because of her she lost the game” she replied. “ME?! I told you it was stupid to move that bishop!” the one singled out yelled. “She has a point. You were doing well until you panicked” he said pointing to the one that answered him. “Yeah see?! It wasn’t me!” the tiny young woman squeaked. “But the rules are the rules. I don’t decide, you do. Sorry ladybug #11” Mike sighed growing her to two inches tall. Mike picked her up. “Please don’t eat me. I did my best” she whimpered. Mike petted her with his fingertip. “I know you did so I won’t let you suffer” he whispered now holding her head between his fingers. Mike twisted quickly snapping her neck like a toothpick. Her teammates cringed at the now lifeless body they condemned. Mike tore off her prison clothes until she was naked. Looking at them below, Mike placed her body on his tongue and brought it back into his mouth. They nearly fainted as he swallowed with a loud gulp sending her to his stomach.

“As for the rest of you. Time for your penalty” he said slowly shrinking them even smaller to now a quarter inch tall. Mike had to squint to make out their faces. “Back into my hand” he said coldly. Terrified, they did now holding one another. Mike placed them back in. “Winning team, you may use them for your pleasure if you want. Just don’t kill or injure them. Later this afternoon I’ll return with your food reward and the MVP of your choosing” he said. “What…what do they get?” one asked. “Time outside this box” Mike replied. One or two of the white team grabbed a defeated back team member, who stood pussy high to them now. The screamed as they were carried off. The others seeing this fled, and the white team ran after them. Soon, almost all of them had a ladybug of their own to do with as they pleased.

Meanwhile…

“Come on little one. I’ve protected you long enough” Ora muttered taking her glowing finger off her belly. Kanya had been sitting in her stomach for just over an hour and normally a shrunken person would’ve perished by now. Ora however, had been using her magic to sustain the oxygen inside her tummy as well as keep Kanya’s bare flesh from being dissolved by stomach acids. That just ended. Kanya, who has been sitting down crying, felt the acid levels rising once more. "No…no no! “Let me out! Let me…out” Kanya sobbed kicking her bare feet into the stomach walls. The acids began to make her skin itch. “This is it. I’m gonna die” she whimpered. Kanya reflected on the people in her life. Her parents, brother, grandmother. The boy she had a crush on in seventh grade. Katie…and then Mike. A swirl of emotions began to form thinking of him. How he killed her family. Raped her. Toyed with her. Sent her on this path leading to her death. “Fuck you! FUCK YOU!” she screamed standing up. Her voice almost drowned by Ora’s heartbeat and the gurgling of her stomach. The acids burned her skin now. “Mike…” she whimpered as she remembered his kindness, guilt, self-loathing, the desire to be free…and the sacrifice he made to keep her safe. Her anger and rage transformed into a desire to save him. To love him. “Please…I just want…to see him…again” she said as the stale air made her dizzy. Kanya fell into the stomach acids. Her final wish was to be loved by him one last time.

Kanya felt a hand grasp hers and pull her up. An ethereal light the resembled her stood before her. It smiled briefly before entering her body. Suddenly, she felt a surge of power and rocketed up into Ora’s esophagus and out her mouth. Dizzy and vision blurred, she felt Ora pick her up. “Oh thank the gods!” Ora yelled feeling her throat. Kanya, with her tiny hands, punched Ora in the nose bloodying it, before passing out in her hand. “I deserved that” Ora said holding her nose.

Mike had begun cooking lunch. Humming to himself as he flipped burgers on his pan. “You seem…happier” Katie commented. “I feel better after eating that girl. Our resident Asura was going through withdrawals. Seems like not killing them myself doesn’t pay out as much like if I did” he said. “Sounds like drug addiction” she said. “You’re not far off. Killing them. Eating them. Ending their puny lives gives me a rush. A burst of euphoria that slowly tapers off. And when I go awhile not doing it I get urges and cravings. I look at women on the street as playthings…as prey” he said checking the burgers. “What makes me different?” she asked. “Maybe you’re the first I shrunk? Maybe I got to know you? Or maybe…maybe you still love me even because of this” he replied quietly. Mike finished cooking and quickly fried some fries to go with it. “Time to get our guest” he said leaving her on the table. Mike went to the basement. “Okay. Who’s the MVP of the game?” he asked. Nervously, one stepped forward. “The one giving the moves for you team. Come with me” he said plucking her up. The tiny woman looked up at the giant with a “please don’t eat me” expression as he walked back upstairs. Mike placed her on the table. “Hold still” Mike said slowly growing her to four inches tall. Now larger, Mike got a better look of her. 21 or 22 years old. Biracial apparently with her green eyes and peanut colored skin. Not a bad looking in his opinion. “You’re…not going to eat me right?” she asked. “No ladybug #5. You’re a guest for lunch” he replied serving the food. “Katie could you help our guest?” he asked cutting up the second burger. Katie gestured to her to eat. The young woman pounced on the food devouring it. “Slow down there. Don’t want to choke” Mike said pouring some water into bottle caps. Once he was done, he cut a portion of burger and grabbed a few fries to take to the basement. He dropped the food inside the terrarium where he saw a few of the winning prisoners raping the smaller losing ones. “Don’t mind me. Just serving the winners some better food. You losers can beg for your share” he said smirking before leaving again.

“So, what’s your real name?” Katie asked. “Sarah…Sarah Donovan” she replied wiping the grease from her face. “What you in for?” Mike asked. “Credit card fraud. Sentenced to 15 years” she replied. “Bet you never in your wildest dreams think you’d be shrunk and ended up here” Mike chuckled. “Not really” she muttered. “15 years?” Katie asked. “Well, I did steal about $86,000 before I was caught” Sarah shrugged. Mike watched quietly as Katie and Sarah made awkward small talk. “If you’re done eating, we can watch tv” Mike said. “O…okay” Sarah said. Mike carried them to the sofa and queued up Netflix. “Stranger Things has a season 3 and 4?!” she asked. “Must’ve been away awhile” Mike said. “2019” she replied. Mike shrugged and began playing episode one of season 3. After a few hours, Sarah noticed the giant petting Katie sexually. “That feel good sweetie?” Mike whispered rubbing his finger up and down her panty covered cunt. “Yeah” she sighed. Mike brought her to his face and kissed her. Sarah watched with morbid curiosity as they made out. “Uncomfortable? You can join in if you like” Mike said smirking. “I’m fine! I was just…how does that work?” she asked. “Not rocket science. Hold her steady and lick and suck her tiny pussy. It’s cute how she curls those tiny sexy toes when she cums” Mike replied. “Mike!” Katie yelled. “Well, it is” Mike shrugged. He looked at the clock. “Why don’t we take a bath” Mike said. He fit up and carried them to the bathroom. He ran the tub and sink. “He’s not going to rape me is he?” Sarah asked watching Katie strip. “He teases. If he wanted to, he would be far more straightforward” Katie replied. Sarah’s eyes got huge seeing the biggest dick in her life come into view as Mike took off his boxers.

“Like what you see?” Mike said smirking. Sarah blushed and turned around as she took her prison clothes off. Following Katie, Sarah slipped into the hot water. She sighed as she settled in. “Feels weird in a good way right?” Katie asked. “Yeah it does. Bathing in a sink but it’s the first bath I’ve had in three years” Sarah replied. “Hold still” Katie said soaping her hands to wash Sarah’s hair. “That’s okay I’m fine” Sarah said. “Don’t mind her Sarah. Her friend just moved out and she misses a girl her size” Mike said scrubbing himself. “He means Kanya. I did kinda get attached to her before she moved away” Katie muttered. “What was she like?” Sarah asked. Sarah listened to her talk about Kanya. Sarah returned the favor by washing Katie’s hair and back. Mike finished before they did and let the two soak for a few extra minutes. “Whys he really doing this?” Sarah asked. “That’s complicated. In his heart he really doesn’t want to but certain things kinda made it happen this way” Katie replied. “And that stuff about magic?” she asked. “Very real” Katie replied. “If I had that kind of power…” Sarah muttered. “And?” Katie asked. “Let’s just say I wouldn’t have been a broke bitch sitting in prison. Money and any man or woman I want” Sarah replied. “That’s how it’s starts. Power and control. But like him it came with a cost. The fear your own power turned on people you love” Katie said softly. “What? That magic is some monkey’s paw shit?” Sarah asked. “Something like that” Katie replied. “You ladies done?” Mike asked returning. “Pretty much” Katie shrugged. Mike has them sit on the edge of the sink as he drained the water. “You said any man or woman?” Katie asked. “Yeah I’m bi. That’s not a problem is it?” Sarah asked worried. “No” Katie replied. Mike heard them talking.

“Katie’s very cute isn’t she Sarah?” Mike asked as he tore toilet paper strips. “…yeah” Sarah replied blushing. Mike began to hold Katie in place as he slowly dried her body. Rubbing her little tits, rubbing her pussy until she squirmed. “I don’t think she’s ever been with a girl” he said. “Mike…stop…” Katie groaned. Mike kissed the back of her head. “She’s a precious little thing” he said whispering. Mike handed Katie a dry strip of paper. His finger nudged her closer to Sarah. “Always screwing around” she sighed as she dried off Sarah. Katie paused as she was face to face with Sarah. Sarah leaned in and kissed her. Mike picked them up and carried them both to his bed. With the slightest hypnotic nudge, he had them making out. Sarah broke off her kiss to begin kissing her tits. Katie gasped as Sarah sucked her nipples. Sarah went lower with butterfly kisses down her chest and tummy. She went past her pussy kissing her leg down to her right foot biting her arch. Katie squealed as the shrunken girl sucked her big toe. Sarah went back up, spread her pussy lips and began eating her out. Mike used his finger to raise Sarah’s ass up and leaned in. He nearly sucked her entire ass into his mouth as his tongue licked her cheeks. Sarah moaned into Katie’s pussy as his taste buds tickled her labia.

Mike was rougher with his tongue than Sarah, so she ended up cumming first. Mike drank her dew drops and let go. Katie leaned forward making Sarah stop and pinned her to the bed. Still high off an orgasm, Sarah’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Katie ate her pussy. Mike turned his attention on Katie sucking her legs to the hip into his mouth. Her lean muscular legs sucked on like a Popsicle. Her tiny feet tickled by his tongue. Mike let go and kissed her bare ass and up her back finally ending with the back of her head. Katie let go of Sarah, her mouth slick with pussy juice and began to rub her cunt on Sarah’s. Mike watched contented as both shrunken girls made each other cum. Both exhausted, Mike picked Sarah up. “Guess it’s time you went back” he said. He collected her clothes and handed them to her. Sarah got dressed and once she had, Mike shrunk her back down to a half inch tall. He gestured for her to climb into his hand. “Can we do this again?” she asked. Mike strained to hear her squeaking. “If you win and voted the MVP again” he replied smiling. He carried her back to the terrarium and placed her inside. Seeing she was very much alive, the others bombarded her with questions. They quickly realized she got exceptional treatment just by her smell alone. Sarah made the very questionable decision to tell them everything that happened.

“She was a nice girl” Katie said enjoying her first lesbian sexual hookup. “Very nice but you shouldn’t get attached to her” he said. “You’d still kill her if she’s voted out?” Katie asked mortified. “Not that simple. The others are going to know she got very special treatment tonight. Some might be motivated to do better, and some might be envious enough to fuck her over” he replied. “You knew. You set this up” she said. “I can’t tell the future. It’s on them what they do not me” he scoffed. “But it’s up to you in the end” she said. “…Sarah is a smart girl. I left something in the terrarium that can help her team win the next game…if she realizes it” he said.

Meanwhile…

Kanya awoke to the sound of thunder. She was in a huge bedroom with Ora near her side. Ora’s finger resting on her bare belly. Kanya angrily shoved it away. “You’re awake” Ora said rubbing her eyes. She turned the nightstand lamp on. “No thanks to your ass! You goddamn ate me!” Kanya yelled. “To instinctively force your awakening. I even delayed your succumbing to my stomach for an hour” Ora said. “It doesn’t make it right!” Kanya yelled. “I did what I did to prepare you. Yours and Michaels paths are intertwined. You either die as a weak little human or have a fighting chance as a Yaksha. There is nothing else” Ora said coldly. Kanya moved her body and winced. “Careful. My healing magic fixed the burns to your skin but forcing that much magic out on your first successful attempt takes a physical toll” Ora said. “…thanks” Kanya huffed. “I…I did not wish to do it. I find previous experience making my decisions at the moment” she said. “You did this before?” Kanya asked. “Long ago with my younger sister. She was like you, one not born with magic. I was able to coax her magic out through meditation. With simple magics she could use at the time” she replied. “What is her name?” Kanya asked. “Aina. Her name was Aina” Ora replied. “Was?” Kanya asked. “She died at the hands of an Asura. She was not ready, and I am to blame for that” Ora replied with a whisper. “What happened?” Kanya asked. “It was the spring of 1508 in Siam, now known as southeast Thailand. There were reports of a village in a valley that worshipped an Asura. It was said that one would walk through mist and enter a village of bounty where none wanted for anything. And an Asura was its leader. Asura never do anything for the good of others, so my mother sent me to investigate. As soon as I entered the valley I came across the mist. Immediately I could sense shrinking magics woven into it.”

“I returned with my findings and my mother told me to return to dispel this mist and subdue the Asura. My sister begged to come with me. My mother asked if she was ready. I lied and said yes to not disappoint my sister. Mother said she was in my care. We returned to the valley and as soon as we dispelled the mist, the Asura attacked us. I traded blow for blow with the demon. Strong, powerful, more cunning than most of his kind. I was staggered by an attack. Blinded and deaf by the blast. My sister jumped into the fray and he…he laid her low with a single sky cracking bolt of lightning. My vision returned just as he picked her up by the neck and broke it. She was gone. My anger and rage boiled over and I pummeled the monster not caring about parrying or dodging his attacks. And when he was spent, I sealed him away in a stone which I chucked into a raging river. But my anger had not subsided. With their leader gone, the shrunken villagers turned on me. And I…I…” Ora said sniffling. “I killed them all. I crushed so many under my bare feet they were stained red. Men, women, children crushed flat under my feet like ants. I returned that night to my mother still stained in blood and told her everything. Kanya, of all things in this realm we call life, watching a mother grieve for her dead child is the hardest. And the second? To be exiled from your own home” she said. “They kicked you out because your sister died?” Kanya asked. “No, because in my anger and grief I did not consider something important. The Asura had used his magics to control those villagers. I had slaughtered hundreds of innocents because I lost control. Brought on the death of my sister because I chose to lie instead of the truth. It would not be for four centuries that I would see my mother again. And when I did…it was bittersweet” Ora said softly.

Ora sighed for a moment. “Anyway, back then I swore I’d never send a Yaksha into combat again without adequate training” she said. “Eating me was still kinda far Ora” Kanya muttered. “I will not lose family…never mind” Ora said. “What were you about to say? What about family?” Kanya asked. “Your bloodline is related to mine. One of your ancestors descended from my family. However brief it was, you magics were similar to mine” Ora replied quietly. “So, you’re my great aunt or something?” Kanya asked. “Or something. You need food and rest. I’ll return” Ora said leaving her. Ora stood outside the door wiping tears away as she rejoiced in finding another of her kind, of her family she was forced to give up so long ago. Even though she had a son, he was a monk and an old one at that meaning no children for him. She had resigned herself to be the last of her family. As to her other siblings, that’s a tale for another time.

5 days later…

Mike and Katie returned to the basement around lunchtime. As usual. The shrunken prisoners gazed up at the giant as he changed out their water and emptied their port o pottys. Oddly, while he got rid of the part of the burger that went uneaten days ago, he left a french fry behind. Mike smiled watching the prisoners wash their clothes naked. "Nice tits #6. About time to shave that pussy #1. The giant said squinting down at the ladybugs. It had been a full week since their new imprisonment and any hope of escape was pretty much gone. Not a hint of disobedience either. One particular bug sized woman rubbed her tiny naked body along the glass whenever he appeared. To gain his favor? A thrill of being shrunken so small and helpless? Or maybe just crazy? Mike didn’t know but he did enjoy it. “Teams one and two are to assemble in 15 minutes” he ordered. That gave them enough time to either get dressed, take a piss, whatever. Mike counted down the time. “Time is up. Good…good” he said seeing the groups. Of course one was a member short being killed and eaten days prior. Mike willed the losing team back to a half inch tall matching everyone else. “Time for game number two. And today’s game is…Tug o’ War” Mike said. He leaned down and when he leaned back up held one of his shoestrings. Mike shrunk the foot long shoestring to six inches before tossing it inside. Even shrunk, the shoestring was like industrial grade rope.

“Five minutes to strategize and come up with a plan to win” he said. Now, anyone that has played this game before knows that tugging as hard as you can is only half the battle. You have to know when to tug, how hard, how long, and how to get as much traction as you can. All of them huddled in their respective groups. When they finished, they all took off their shoes making sure they were barefoot. “Won’t their shoes get better traction?” Katie whispered. “Kind of but their teeny, little toes can dig into the ground better. Oh…now isn’t that interesting” Mike said seeing one of stockier ones rubbing her hands on the french fry. Mike drew a line in the dirt with his fingernail. “The rules are simple, whichever team crosses the line loses. Get into position” he said. They all grabbed the shoestring. Once it was taunt…“And begin!” Mike said. Both sides began tugging as hard as they could even with one member down, Team B was holding their own. Team A with Sarah barked orders when to tug harder and then letting the back rest as the front held. Strangely though, Team B still held. Then, it began to happen. Team A was losing ground. Tiny puffs of dust and dirt kicked up as they were dragged closer and closer to the line. And then the worst happened. Sarah stumbled. It caused a cascade from behind with them being pulled well past the line. “Team B is the winner!” Mike declared. Someone from Team A saw something. “She cheated!” she yelled pointing to the stocky one from before.

“I saw it! Your hands! Show your hands bitch!” the woman yelled grabbing the stocky one’s right arm. What she had seen was glints of light falling from her hand like snow. The others from Team A came closer to look for themselves. “Salt?! But from where would…the french fry! You did cheat!” Sarah yelled. “What’s going on?” Katie asked. “She used the salt on the french fry to get better grip on the shoestring. Similar to how some use dirt. Salt is obviously better and it’s not cheating. I left that fry in there on purpose. It’s on you Sarah you didn’t think of that. You didn’t even use the dirt. You got complacent from the last game. Team A…vote on your weakest link” Mike said coldly. It took only a minute for Sarah to be voted. “And the worst player is…Sarah” Mike said before plucking her up. “Mike…Mike please…” Katie begged. “Rules are rules” Mike told her. “Fuck the rules! I like her!” Katie screamed. “Katie…for you I’ll…” Mike was saying until he paused. His eyes began to glow faintly. Sarah was grown to three inches tall and promptly stripped in his hand. “Please don’t do this. The fun, what we had in bed, Katie… I don’t care about freedom. Just don’t kill me…” Sarah wept. Mike’s hand trembled. A single tear fell from his eyes. He pushed the screaming woman passed his lips and began chewing. Sarah’s life ended iPod the third chew. Her screeching abruptly ending. Katie watched in horror as the girl she had begun to befriend was chewed into a pulp before being swallowed like common meat. Mike braced himself as a wave of euphoria, far stronger than normal struck him.

And in his pocket the tiny crack in the Coin grew.

Mike didn’t know how much time passed when he came down from the morbid high he got. When he did, he saw Katie sitting there sobbing. He picked Katie up and took her upstairs. He sat down on the sofa. “Katie…”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she screamed swatting his hand. Shocked, he let go of her and she fell onto the sofa cushion. She stormed off leaving Mike all alone. “I don’t…and yet I do remember doing it” he muttered. “And I’m glad you did. Her sorrow and pain were magnificent! A five-star dinner if I may say so” the Asura said. “You pushed me. I felt you just…that wasn’t the deal” Mike hissed. “Oh, it very much is. I never canceled the curse my boy. I just shifted the target is all. Kanya and Katie are safe but EVERYONE else is far game” the Asura chuckled.

“You bastard” Mike spat. “Not to sound childish but it takes one to know one Michael. Takes one to know one” he said chuckling.

Booking a flight to France after the Lilliputian discount…

$314

Hotel in Paris for a week…

$740

Tickets to the Fête Médiévale de Provins ren faire…

$37

Finding out your lilliputian mother is cancer free…

Priceless

Chapter 16…Cracking Up

She hadn’t spoken to him for days. The smallest worry for her at the time was neither had he tried to speak to her either. The second was his little project of his he’d been working on since yesterday constantly with near manic intensity. And then there was the third worry which was the biggest of all. She had to tell him regardless of what was going on. Katie, who had been avoiding him by staying in the bedroom watching whatever on his iPad, left the bedroom and made her way to the living room where he was. There was Mike working away with a box cutter, craft glue, markers, and cardboard. “What’re you working on now?” she asked. Mike paused his work. “Decided to speak to me again?” he asked. “Can you truly blame me after what you did? You didn’t just kill someone I liked, you did it brutally. Even after I begged you not to you chewed her up” she said. “Would saying sorry make you feel better?” he asked. “You cold hearted bastard. I…I can’t keep doing this with you” she said. “Then go. Pick out your clothes and unshrink them along with you. I’ll erase your memories of us and send you on your way” Mike said coldly. “You’d really do that wouldn’t you?” she whispered. “What do you want from me Katie?!” he yelled. “TO CARE! To tell me to stay! To tell me you love me again…” she whimpered before breaking down crying. Mike picked her up and placed her in his hand.

“I’m pregnant” she told him. “Last time you said that you weren’t sure” he muttered. “Last time I was two weeks late. Now it’s three weeks” she muttered sniffling. Mike quietly nodded. “Katie, I wanted to spare Sarah I really did but I went allowed to” he said. “Your rules…” she was saying before he stopped her. “Had nothing to do with it. You know about the curse that was threatening you and Kanya right? The deal I made to make you two exempt had a…fine print thing going on. In a nutshell, only you two women on the PLANET are exempt. Anyone else is fair game. Anyone” he said. “But what if the baby is a girl?!” she asked. “…I can’t love her. I can’t love any other girl…ever. It would be too dangerous for them” he said. “Oh my god Mike. I didn’t know” she said. “Now you do and now you know why I’ve been cold. Have to practice” he said with a weak smile. She petted his check with her little hand. He held her wrist between his fingers and kissed her hand. “I do love you. Beyond all the weird kinky things I do to you I love you for who you are. Someone who can understand me” he said softly. His kissed her before placing her back on the floor. She sat down near him. “What are you making anyway?” she asked. “A maze” he replied.

Meanwhile…

“Here is fine. Please sit” Ora said placing her on the ground. “In the dirt?” Kanya asked. “Yes the dirt” she replied. Kanya sat down as Ora sat a foot in front of her. “Explain again what we’re doing?” Kanya asked. “While you did unlock your magic ability, you’ve yet to manifest it again. So, to remedy this we need a catalyst. Something to coax your ability to perform magic. In this case we use the natural positive energy of nature” Ora replied. “And me being naked?” Kanya asked. “Being naked makes us easily attuned to the energy around us” Ora replied. “That’s nice and dandy but a four-inch Asian girl on the forest floor is a nice meal for a snake or even the damn mosquitos buzzing around” Kanya said looking around. “That won’t be an issue” Ora said to her. “Easy for you to say. You’re human sized and don’t have to deal with mosquitos the size of poodles” Kanya griped. Suddenly there was an electric buzz and a mosquito exploded in a puff of smoke. “Like I said it won’t be an issue. Now stop complaining and close your eyes” Ora said gruffly. Kanya closed her eyes. “Deep breaths. All life is formed from positive energy. Right now, you’re surrounded by many forms of life infused with that energy. That energy is connected like strands of a web. From the bacteria in the soil to the pine trees above our heads. Let that energy connect you to the web” she said. “I feel a tingle” Kanya said. “Good. Let it start to flow through you. Like a steady pulse. Good. You’re doing it” Ora said seeing an ethereal faint light creep up her little body. Slowly it went up until it paused at her groin. The suddenly it faded out. “Shit” Kanya muttered. “Very good for a first try” Ora said. "This is harder than it looks. Why when I manifested my magic it was so flashy? " Kanya asked. “What you did was instinctive to avoid being digested. Your subconscious mind did that not you. Soul Resonance, a form of astral projection, is one of the easiest magics to perform. Alright, first thing you need to understand is we don’t control the energy that flows through us. The energy you felt cannot be controlled, we can only guide it to a desired outcome” Ora said. “I don’t understand” Kanya said. Ora fired off a small lightning bolt form her finger scorching a pinecone. “Take lightning for example. We cannot control it, but we can guide it. Ionizing the air and giving it a path for it to take. The bolt still strikes but we guide it to our target. Now begin again” Ora said.

Kanya began once again and ended with the same outcome. Over and over for nearly two hours. “I can’t do it!” Kanya yelled. “Yes you can but you need to stop thinking about Michael” Ora said. “I’m not thinking about him” Kanya swiped. “Yes you are and that’s natural. It’s no coincidence your failure to feel the flow of magic happens when it reaches your pussy” Ora said. Kanya looked at her blushing. “For those new to this type of training, it can cause…emotional side effects in older students. As I said before, life is full of positive energy and there are…parts of our bodies that resonate with it stronger than others. For females it’s our womb. For males it’s the testicles” Ora said. Kanya burst out laughing. “Where do you think the sparks of our kind of life come from Kanya? The energy when it touches your pussy is subconsciously triggering sexual emotions. Emotions connected to Michael” Ora explained. “Kinda fucked up I’m attracted to the guy who killed my family” she muttered. “Not at all. You’re a Yaksha Kanya. Our kind doesn’t focus on negative emotions or the energy with it. That’s why…that’s why my crime was so heinous to my mother and my people” Ora said. “So, I need to forget about Michael? I don’t think I can” Kanya muttered. “Then find a memory not rooted in sex” Ora said. Kanya closed her eyes and began once more. The energy like before crept up her body but when it needed her groin it fluctuated. In her mind, Kanya had chosen one particular memory. The night after the shrunken veterinarian performed surgery on her, Mike fell asleep next to her holding her tiny hand between his fingers. To Kanya it was a very precious memory.

Ora watched the energy then began to creep past her groin slowly. When it reached the top of Kanya’s head, Ora smiled. Kanya let out a breath and the energy faded away. “I did it! Did you see?!” Kanya yelled. “I saw. Good job. Now do it again and faster this time” Ora said. Kanya huffed and began again.

That night…

Mike had trouble sleeping. Katie was emotionally exhausted from earlier and Mike had finished his strange cardboard maze leaving him nothing to do until tomorrow. It didn’t help he was horny. Had hasn’t bothered Katie for days and didn’t feel like waking her up just to molest her shrunken body. Mike left this bedroom and went down to the basement. Sure, he could abuse the ten ladybug women he held captive if he desired but that would affect his sinister games. He quietly sat down and peered into the terrarium like some voyeuristic God. At 1:44 am, they were asleep. Quietly he popped open their barracks to find one or two of the recent winning team snugged naked with the smaller losers. Apparently, they were getting used to this lifestyle seeing how half-dressed they were. Then again, being half dressed was part of necessity seeing he didn’t install air conditioners in their little prison. Mike noticed one began to stir. She woke up and walked outside half asleep to get some water. She hadn’t noticed Mike staring at her. She drank from the bottle cap of water and wiped her mouth. Turning around she saw Mike. “Hi little buggy” he said grinning. She did not scream or even flinch. Instead, she quickly took off the clothes she had on and dropped to the ground. Mike was surprised to see her fingering herself looking up at him. “Ohh…I recognize you now. You’re the nympho bug that keeps rubbing her naked body on the glass” he said quietly. Mike plucked her up between his fingers. He laid her in his palm and sat down. “Hmm…wonder what your story is” he said looking at her closely. She kept licking her lips as she finger fucked herself. Mike grew her bigger to better play with her. Now four inches tall, he could see more of her. Mike was extremely curious as to what could land her in max prison seeing she couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20 years old. Redhead and fairly pretty by prison girl standards. “No stranger to sex apparently. Bet a girl like you gets passed around like a pack of cigarettes in prison. Ohh! A squirter” Mike said as she came in his hand squirting a tiny amount of pussy juice. She lay in his hand panting.

Mike caressed her cheek. He stopped himself. “I can’t get attached” he remembered. Mike knew if he did she’d be dead by morning. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun though. “Spread your legs” he said to her. With a smile she did, and Mike drove his tongue in licking up every drop of her spilt juices. Mike used his finger to keep her steady as he gave her an orgasm. “Already? Damn you’re horny but who am I to complain?” He grinned. He seized her right leg between his fingers and sucked it into her mouth. She squealed feeling his giant teeth nibble and bite her delicate limb. He pulled it out of his mouth with a pop and playfully licked her foot. He fought it again, a sudden desire to be gentle. He took her by the ankles and dangled her upside down as he began licking her tiny ass. He turned her around to face him. “You know what you are don’t you? A plaything, a toy” he growled. She nodded. “I am a plaything. A shrunken fucktoy for your pleasure” she said smiling. That surprised Mike. “She’s getting off being abused!” he thought. He placed her back in his hand. Holding onto her red hair, he yanked it back making her gasp. “Fuck me on your cock! Fuck me!” she begged. Mike whipped out his cock and smashed her to his shaft.

For a half hour he rubbed her every which way on his dick he could think off. Face up, face down, sideways, straddled, even bending her till she encircled it like a living cock ring. When it came time to cum, Mike held her face right into his piss hole and made her drink as much as she could. God knows how much semen she swallowed. Mike figured it was 20 ounces (to her) before she choked as it bubbled out and around her mouth. He let go and she lay in his hand coughing. Mike grew concerned. “You okay?” he asked. She moved but didn’t answer. Mike saw that through his play she was covered in bruises. He grew more concerned. “We should stop” he said. Mike had made a mistake. He was caring too much. She pulled his finger right to her pussy and began rubbing herself on it. “Eat me! FUCKIN’ EAT ME!” she screamed. Mike felt it just like last time. The Asura was taking over. Mike fought back as hard as he could. He shrunk the girl quickly knocking her out and dropping her back into the terrarium. That pissed the Asura off. “Mike…” the Asura whispered. “Fuck you” Mike hissed. Then blinding pain and he falling out on the floor.

Katie woke up that morning not finding Mike next to her. After peeing, she wandered downstairs. “Where is he?” she asked not finding him. She could see out the window the car was there, so he hadn’t gone anywhere. The only other places were the attic and basement. She did NOT want to go to the attic, so he made her way down to the basement step by step. When she got down to the floor…“MIKE!” she yelled racing over to him seeing him passed out with dried blood coming from his nose. She frantically beat her fists on his cheek. “K…Katie? Oww…” he said righting himself. “What happened?!” she asked. “I pushed back on the curse and our resident Asura had a temper tantrum” he replied. Mike pulled the Coin from his shorts. “Whys there a crack in it?” she asked. “Crack? I don’t see a crack” he said. Katie looked again. “Huh…could’ve swore a saw a crack” she muttered. “Apparently I can fight the curse” he muttered sitting in the chair. “Fighting and enduring are two different things boy. If it weren’t for my healing touch I gave you, you’d be a drooling vegetable” the Asura said in his mind. “Save it asshole. You need me more than I need you. I said before I call the shots not you” Mike hissed. “And you denied me a good meal. Don’t presume you can slight an Asura on a whim. Next time I’ll incapacitate you for a week. Let’s see how long Katie can endure without you giving her food and water” the Asura said coldly. Mike said nothing back. Mike carried Katie upstairs and made a simple breakfast.

“At least you proved you can beat it” Katie said after breakfast. “Yeah” Mike mumbled. “You can cuddle and pet me if you want. That usually makes you feel better” she said. Mike laid down on the sofa and placed her on his chest. He turned something on, not caring what, and just stared at the tv. Katie could tell something else disturbed him by how he just kept caressing her thighs. Normally he’d had petted her entire body by now. “It said something to you didn’t it. Something that really scared you” she said. “He told me that if I did it again he’d put me in a weeklong coma and let you die” Mike replied. “Then I’ll learn to drink from the toilet. Woof woof!” Katie said barking like a dog. Mike didn’t laugh. “This isn’t about us anymore” he said rubbing his finger on her bare tummy. Katie realized what he meant. She grew quiet. “They should be finished eating. Time for the next game” he muttered putting her aside and picking up his cardboard maze on the floor.

“Okay my ladybugs. Now that your bellies are full from delicious instant oatmeal we can begin the next game” he said placing the maze on the floor. After growing the losing team back to a half inch tall, he ushered them into his hands and cupped them to prevent any of them peeking at the maze from above. He placed them on the floor. “Number 3 you don’t look so good. Oh…it’s you” Mike muttered recognizing her from last night. “Anyways, I present to you the maze. First rule is to find the exit on the other side. No time limit. However, it’s your best interest to find the exit as fast as you can because all your times will be averaged out. The team with the longest time loses. The fastest time for the winning team is the MVP, the slowest on the losing team is the weak link. No other rules” he said. “None?” some asked. Mike grinned shaking his head. “Whoever wants to go first step up to the entrance. Good luck!” Mike said. First one went in as Mike started the count.

Interesting to what Mike could do when he really put thought into something. There were no cracks or leaning walls even though made of cardboard. The walls themselves were three inches tall making them 32.5 ft. tall to them…more or less. No chance of climbing them. To fuck with them, Mike wrote messages on some of the walls. “Someone’s getting eaten. Hello little bugs. You sure it’s this way? Good luck! Sucks to be you!” were some of them. The first one going in came out in 6 minutes 51 seconds. Then went the next one. That one came out at 7 minutes 49 seconds. The third came out at 10 minutes 11 seconds. Mike purposely called out the times to rattle some cages. With the last time the longest, this woman chose something different. Go down a corridor and come to a turn, she’d leave something behind. A shoe, the other shoe, a sock, another sock. Mike chuckled. “Wow, someone get this bitch google maps” Mike said as she was almost naked she was so badly lost. She made it out in her panties with a time of 16 minutes 11 seconds. Her team wanted to beat her ass. “Looks like team A might lose again” Mike muttered as he picked up her clothes. However, someone changed that. The last prisoner from team B. Mike started the clock and she took three steps in…and stopped. Mike stared at her for a full minute. “You do know the clock is ticking right?” he asked. She turned around, looked up, and grinned at him. “Hey ladybugs, what’s the deal with number 3?” he asked the prisoners.

“Crazy as fuck that’s what. She’s a nympho that’ll fuck anything. Gets off on pain and shit” one replied. “Yeah…I can see that. You know what’s she in for?” Mike asked. “Other than you shrinking and kidnapping her? She went in for murder. Funny thing is, nobody knows the story behind it, and she won’t tell anyone. She just grins and sings to herself when she’s not fucking an inmate or guard” she replied. “Sound like she should be in a mental hospital than a prison” he muttered. She still hadn’t moved. Mike tried cheating by using his mind control magic to force her to move. Strangely, she resisted. “The hell?” Mike asked seeing little to no effect on her. “Yeah that won’t work on someone who’s insane Michael. Can’t control a broken mind” the Asura snickered. Mike could only sit there for minutes at a time until he just gave up and called it. “20 minutes. Time over” he muttered. “A time limit wasn’t in the rules!” someone shouted. “You think it matters with a time like that?” Mike asked. Mike sighed and rubbed his eyes. “The losing team is team B. I already know who you’ll vote for” Mike muttered picking up the girl from where she’d been standing for over 20 minutes. Mike didn’t want to do it. He felt sorry for her. “Mike, I can feel that. Remember what I said” the Asura warned. Mike said nothing as he grew her to three inches. He tore off her clothing until she was naked in his hand. “YES! DO IT! EAT ME! FUCKING EAT ME!” she screamed. Mike pushed her into his mouth. He could feel her fingering herself. Tasting her sweet juices and flesh. He solemnly swallowed her alive. Mike stood up to collect them after placing them back into the terrarium, he turned to leave. “Hey! Don’t they get shrunk as punishment! And what about our MVP?!” someone on team A yelled. Mike looked down upon them. “You won today because the other team had a suicidal nutcase among them. I’d barely call that winning. I’d call it…a reprieve” he said coldly leaving them.

Katie knew something had happened other than what he expected seeing how quiet he was. Katie didn’t ask him and let it be for the time being. She watched him sit down with his hand on his stomach. And after about five minutes, he took his hand away and hung his head. “You can talk about whatever it is when you feel like it” Katie said to him. “…thanks” he whispered. As he said that, the crack in the coin grew again.

Later that night, Mike stood before his bathroom mirror holding the Coin gazing on it. Lost in thought on it he did not see that its reflection didn’t match what he saw. To him it looked normal, in the mirror a crack. All the while the Asura grinned knowing what he truly wanted was getting closer…

Chapter 17…The Truth Can Set You Free

“Alright Kanya. Now that you’ve fully mastered connecting to the energies of nature, you’re ready to begin your training in magic” Ora said. “Only took two weeks” Kanya muttered. “Don’t be so impatient. I’ve known some students that take an entire year. Now, the first lesson about magic is you cannot create from nothingness. The spells you use its energy come from within, the energy you just learned to tap into. You run out of that energy; you won’t be able to cast magic. Lesson two, magic is the bending of physical laws of our world. They cannot break them. So, you can’t just snap your fingers and make gold appear in your hand. Those are the two fundamental rules about magic. I’ll explain the others as you advance. Now to learn your first spell. Shrinking and growth magic” Ora said. “Wait. How is a shrinking spell not breaking physical laws?” Kanya asked. Ora waved her hand, and a gust of wind levitated a bunch of leaves. “Pretend these leaves make up the atom of something. An apple, person, cat, whatever. Now watch” she said. Ora used the wind to bring the leaves closer together. “Same leaves but now the collection is smaller. Shrinking magic makes things smaller by taking away the space between what makes them up. Modern humans call them electrons. Then we shunt away the mass” Ora replied. “Sounds needlessly complicated” Kanya said. “That’s why we have magic. Shrinking and growth magic is as instinctive to us as chameleons changing the color of their skin. First thing first is removing the spell on you” Ora said.

“Channel the energy like normal and then hold it” she said. Kanya did within seconds. “Good. Now sense what feels different. What doesn’t belong. It might take a minute” Ora said. After a few minutes Kanya spoke. “There’s something inside me. Like a red thread” Kanya muttered. Take your hands and imagine reaching into yourself. Do it very slowly" Ora said. Kanya did and took her right hand and touched her bare chest. A light glowed brightly at her fingertips. Kanya grimaced as she pulled on the thread. She pulled it out and within a second it evaporated. Moments later Kanya grew to human sized. “Uuugh!” Kanya groaned puking. “Easy kid. You’ve been shrunk for a while. Your body is reacting to the change” Ora said patting her back. “What…was that?” Kanya groaned. “The shrinking spell Mike and the Asura forced on you. Since you’re a beginner Yaksha, it was very effective on you. Come with me back to the cabin and rest for a while” she said. Ora helped her to her couch and gave her some tea. “I’m impressed you accomplished that in your first try” Ora said quietly sitting next to her. “I feel so weird like the world shrank” Kanya said drinking her tea. “From your perspective it did. Later this afternoon you’ll learn to change size on your own. Once you master that, we can begin with elemental magics starting with the easiest, wind” Ora told her.

“Was it this hard for you?” Kanya asked. “At your age I already had mastered basic and intermediate level magic. Even the most gifted Yaksha don’t reach master level until their 30’s. And few progress further to Sage” Ora said. “Sage?” Kanya asked. “The closest translation you’d understand. Sage level Yaksha can cast magic on natural disaster levels. For example, beginners can cast thunderstorm level gusts. Intermediates, hurricane level gusts. Masters, actual tornadoes. And Sages, hurricanes” Ora said. “And you?” Kanya asked. "Master level. Mother however was a Sage. She was responsible for the typhoon that destroyed the Mongol fleet set to invade Japan centuries ago. “Holy shit” Kanya whispered. “Hold out your hand” Ora said. Kanya did and Ora used her magic to coax out Kanya’s. “What is that?!” Kanya asked looking at her hand. Circling it and glowing was a magic circle with seemingly random lines crisscrossing it. “Your magic signature in purest form. Only you have this form. Here’s mine” Ora said showing hers. “It kinda looks like mine” Kanya said. “The lines here represent bloodline. As I said earlier we’re related by blood which is why yours looks like mine. If your stomach settled, we can eat lunch” Ora said to her.

Meanwhile…

“Hello my little ladybugs! Congratulations on making it to the final five. For the next challenge you’ll be monster killing. Since there’s only five of you left, you’ll now be just one team. Your weapons will be these needles” he said dropping a small handful of needles into the terrarium before the shrunken women prisoners. To their scale, they were more like metal spears. “The rules are very simple. No time limit, no MVP, no weakest link, and the game isn’t over until you kill the monster. Beware, the monster will not hesitate to eat cute little bugs like you and is VERY dangerous” he said. “What in god’s name is it?” one asked. “That’s a surprise. You have one hour to get used to your weapons and make whatever feeble plans you want” he said before leaving them. Mike returned upstairs. “How do you feel?” Mike asked sitting next to Katie. Katie was playing Fruit Ninja on his iPad using her bare feet to swipe. “Fine” Katie replied playing. “No morning sickness?” he asked. “That won’t be for a few more weeks” she replied. Katie sat down after clearing the level. “No sore feet of anything?” he asked rubbing her tiny feet between his fingers. “No” she replied. Mike stopped. “I didn’t say stop” she giggled. His fingers rubbed her feet for another minute before he started on her legs. He leaned in and kissed the back of her head. “Eventually I need to grow you back to normal” he said. “It can wait. Just playing Fruit Ninja is great for my calf muscles” she said. “And your ass. I can bounce a skittle off of it” he said snickering. “You’re in a good mood today” she said. “Took some antidepressants” he said.

“You went to a doctor?” she asked. “Nah. Found some my grandpa had laying around” he replied. “You swallowed a bunch of old ass pills?! You crazy?!” she asked. “Relax. They’re working fine and if not I’m virtually immortal” he said. “That’s not the point! Expired pills can cause all kinds of shit. Dangerous mood swings just for starters” she said irritated. “Okay. Okay geez” he said as he moved his finger to her tummy. “Katie. Do you want things to stay this way. Having a baby changes things. Most importantly did you consider seeing your parents again?” he asked. “What would I say? Hey mom and dad. I’m not dead in a cornfield like you thought. I was just shrunk and kidnapped. By the way, I fell in love with my kidnapper and I’m having his baby” she said. “Yeah that conversation would be awkward” he said. “Unless you use that mind control power you got” Katie said looking up at him. “There’s other considerations. Birth certificate, social security number, school, pediatric doctors, hell just delivering the baby” Mike said. Katie hadn’t thought of all that. “We really need to think about you joining society again. You can’t be my shrunken sex toy forever” he said quietly. Katie turned around. “Even if we have to change our lives, I’ll always be your sex toy" she said looking up at the giant. “I love you” he whispered before kissing her. “Love you more” she giggled returning it.

After an hour had passed, Mike retuned downstairs holding a shoebox. Katie had asked what was inside and was horrified when Mike answered. She chose NOT to observe this game. “I’m back my little ladybugs. Are you ready to start the game? Too bad if not because the monster inside this box is hungry. I suggest you get back as I place her in” Mike chuckled as he opened the box and shook it. What came out was a larger than average wolf spider that landed inside the terrarium. “Meet my new buddy Charlotte. A North American wolf spider I found behind the house. Wolf spiders are unique as they run down and attack their prey instead of waiting in a web. They like to pounce and paralyze their prey hence the name wolf spider. Like I said earlier, your goal is to kill it. No time limit. May the odds be in your favor!” Mike laughed stepping back and sitting down. All of them were terrified of the thing. At their size it was no 3-inch-long spider but a 30 ft. long behemoth. The hairs on its legs standing up sensing 5 bug sized prey. Their scent carried right to it enticing the beast. They trembled, their legs shook, one pissed herself which only magnified her scent. None dared to move.

Charlotte crept closer moving its head left and right. It’s multiple eyes locking onto each one of them. It couldn’t decide which one to attack first. “Goddammit let’s go!” the bravest one yelled charging. Two others followed. The spider sensed its prey running to it which apparently confused its simple brain as it backed up an inch. Number 1 attacked its first left leg stabbing it. The spider reared back, and the shrunken prisoner lost her hold on her needle. It popped out of the spider leg. Charlotte came right down on her as its fangs pierced her chest injecting its venom. The woman’s chirpy scream startled the others. One lost her footing as a spider leg came down on chest breaking her ribs. The third one quickly ran back. They watched as Number one convulsed before going limp. Shockingly, she was still alive as the spider wrapped her up in webbing. Then Charlotte turned her attention to the injured one doing her similar. However, the shock added with a crushed rib cage killed her. The surviving three huddled into the barracks. Mike watched in fascination as the spider liquified the insides of the shrunken women and casually drank them. Because they wore orange, Mike could easily see them even wrapped in webbing. The first one, her body was damn near mummified. Body drained of fluids so badly her tiny shoes fell off. The other her face sunken in, her eyes gone. Even Mike got squeamish.

An hour passed. Then another hour. Mike opened the barracks. “You know, hiding is just going to work against you. Spiders don’t tire out and sleep like we do. She’ll get hungry again and the hungrier they get, the more vicious they are. My suggestion is to attack him while he still is eating the other one” Mike said grinning. They just looked at him helplessly. “Not to mention your only source of water is out there. Fun fact, spiders can go without water longer than humans” Mike said before putting the roof back. 15 minutes later, the three survivors tip toed out of their barracks. The spider Charlotte was still nursing the last fluids out of her second victim with its body turned away from the three. Slowly they approached. Closer and closer. The spider paused as its hairy legs had been conditioned by millions of years of evolution to sense vibrations, even in the thin layer of dirt in the terrarium. They realized it was now or never and charged it.

The first one jumped on her back and was nearly thrown off before she sunk her needle into its body. At their size they could hear it hiss in pain. It began to shake back and forth as the prisoner held on for dear life. The second stabbed it in the underside of the thorax as it reared delivering a crippling blow. The third went for the head as it fell. She raised her needle and just as she stabbed it, Charlotte bit her deep in her chest injecting venom inside her lungs. The prisoner was screwed. If the venom wouldn’t kill her, two punctured lungs would. Even still she stabbed it again and again in the head until Charlotte collapsed. It’s legs slowly curling into its body. The two pulled the third to safety. “Hold on! Just hold on!” one yelled trying to stymie the blood flow. “Stand back both of you” Mike said. At first they didn’t until they saw his finger come down. They watched in horror as Mike crushed the dying woman underneath his finger like an insect. “More merciful that way. Congrats you two for winning the game” he said. Mike didn’t give them notice he was plucking them up. He carried them to his bathroom. He ran the sink full if of warm water and grew them to a more manageable four inches. “Figured you’d want to wash off the bug guts” he said before leaving them.

“How many survived this time?” Katie asked as Mike sat down. “Two. The last game is going to prove interesting seeing how they tried to help the last victim” he replied. Katie grew quiet.

Meanwhile…

“Now that you got food in your stomach, we can start on your magic lessons” Ora said. “Shrinking and growing magic right?” Kanya asked. “Correct” Ora replied. “Good. I…I don’t like being human sized right now. Is that weird?” she asked. “Not really seeing you’ve awakened your Yaksha blood. Our kind is naturally tiny. We just assume human size out of convenience” Ora said. Kanya followed her back to the forest. There they sat down. “You should have some energy still inside you. Shrinking magic starts with a clear picture of your target, in this case you. For a beginner, invoking magic requires a focus, a gesture if you will. Use whatever gesture you feel like. There’s no wrong answer” Ora said. Kanya held out her hands turning them palms up. Energy began to concentrate in her hands. “Good. See yourself getting smaller. Envision the energy gently squeezing you making you smaller. Good…good…” Ora muttered as Kanya began to shrink. It was slow as Kanya shrank an inch per second. “Not too fast or the stress on your body will cause you to pass out” Ora muttered. Ora watched her patiently. “Okay stop before you shrink to the size of a gnat” Ora chuckled. Kanya stopped and realized she shrank until she was barely a millimeter tall. “…oh shit” Kanya muttered seeing Ora the size of a small mountain. Ora grew her back to four inches tall. “Fuck me that was scary” Kanya sighed. “You kinda zoned out there. It can happen the first time. Anyway, congrats on your first successful spell. Don’t let it go to your head though. As I said, shrinking magic is the easiest for us. Now for the next few hours I want you to practice shrink and growing. I’ll watch it make sure you don’t shrink into a microbe or something” Ora chuckled.

Hours later…

The two survivors enjoyed a real dinner for the first time in very long time. At first they thought being given a choice of what to eat was a trick. However, they realized it wasn’t as Mike actually went out, bought the ingredients, returned and cooked it. A porterhouse steak with a loaded baked potato, buttery rolls, and wine. Their clothes soiled by spider blood; Katie gave them her clothes to wear. But as they sat on his giant kitchen table eating the dinner he prepared by their request, they thought about all the others dead. “Is it good?” Mike asked almost startling them. “…yeah” one replied. “You know, it’s silly to refer to you as numbers now there’s only two of you. What’s your names?” he asked. “Leticia” one replied. “Erin” said the other. Mike had paid them little attention in terms of physical looks for two reasons. One they were as small as ants normally, and two he tried to avoid any personal feelings for them. Now this size and speaking to them in this manner, he couldn’t help but take notice. Leticia was biracial with African American and apparently Dominican heritage judging by her accent. Mike guessed she was around 30 or so. Erin looked to be in her late 20’s, Italian and had an accent herself that sounded like she was from Jersey. He was naturally curious as to what they were in prison for. “So, what did you do Leticia?” Mike asked. “Worked at Port Authority. Helped smuggle cocaine into the country. 25 to life” she replied. “Port Authority is in New York” Katie said. “Overcrowding sent me down here” she said flatly. “Money laundering. 10 years” Erin said as Mike looked at her.

“What’s the last game?” Leticia asked. “Haven’t decided yet” Mike replied. Leticia and Erin looked at one another. “I won’t do it” Leticia said finishing her food. “Pardon?” Mike asked. “You heard me I’m done. I went along with it hoping I’d be the winner but after today, I’m done. All those that died before me…and now looking at Erin I’ll have that on my soul the rest of my life” she said. “Survivors guilt” Mike muttered. “Call it want you want. I don’t care anymore” Leticia said standing up. Katie wanted to say something but after the last few weeks didn’t want to see, no more like feel helpless watching someone she didn’t want die before her come to a bad end. “What about you Erin? Anything to say?” Mike asked. Leticia wondered why he would ask Erin anything. “If she doesn’t play, does that mean I win?” Erin asked. “Yes” Mike replied. “I have kids outside waiting on me” Erin muttered. Leticia solemnly nodded. “So there you have it. You got your winner and your loser on OUR terms!” Leticia laughed. Leticia tore her clothes off and stood there naked grinning. “Bring it pendejo. BRING IT!” Leticia screamed. Mike took the fork in his hands and stabbed her right in the chest. Leticia looked down at the giant fork teeth skewering her. She grinned as blood seeped from her mouth. Mike lifted the fork with her still stick on it to his mouth and slipped Leticia in. With no remorse or emotion began chewing. Mike ignored her screams and sobs which only lasted three seconds. Chewing her into a fine pulp, he swallowed and cleaned his palate with a sip of wine. Nonchalantly, he finished his food as Katie and Erin just stared down at the table surface. “I’ll release you in the morning” Mike said coldly leaving them.

Back with Ora and Kanya…

“This will really help with muscle cramps?” Kanya asked standing before a giant cup of tea naked. “Lavender tea works wonders little one. Now hop in” Ora replied sitting down in front of her coffee table. Kanya raised her left leg and piped her toe into the tea. It wasn’t hot enough to hurt but not cool either. Slowly she stepped in and submerged herself up to her shoulders. “This feels so weird” she muttered. “You get used to seeing things from a different perspective. Why pay for a large bathtub with you have a perfectly fine sink?” Ora said smiling. Ora dipped her finger in the tea and dripped some onto Kanya’s head. “How many of us are out there?” Kanya asked. “Not many with power like ours. The more human blood in us the more diluted our power is. If I had to guess there couldn’t be more than 25 pure bloods left in the world. And those of my level at most 100. As for you, maybe 10,000” Ora replied. “That many?!” she asked. “It can add up over the centuries. The overwhelming majority though lay dormant such as you were” Ora replied. “What about Sages?” Kanya asked. “3. Only three and they have distanced themselves from humanity” she replied. “You okay? You look sad” Kanya asked. “You remind me of my sister. She used to bathe in tea to relax” Ora said. There was a moment of silence. “May I…pet you?” Ora asked. “Sure, after Mike I don’t mind a giant person petting me” Kanya chuckled. Ora pet her long wet black hair. “You must really miss her” Kanya said. “She was my other half. We would finish each other sentences. We even shared mates” Ora replied.

“You shared boyfriends and stuff?” Kanya asked. “Yaksha sexuality isn’t the same as humans. We don’t categorize things like straight, gay, bi, or the like nor do we believe in monogamy although we do choose one mate above all when we pass a certain age” Ora said. “Sounds wild” Kanya said propping her feet up on the edge of the teacup. “Well, we had been known to have what you would call orgies when an abundance of positive energy fills the lands we lived on” Ora replied suddenly rubbing the tea into Kanya’s little soles. “Am I…getting you aroused?” Kanya asked. “You are an attractive one and it has been lonely living up here. Apologies” Ora said looking away. “I didn’t mean to shame you or anything. I was curious is all” Kanya said getting up and stepping out of the teacup. “You have not soaked long enough” Ora said. “I’d rather be petted right now” Kanya said blushing. Ora cleaned her up and carried her to her bedroom. Ora placed her on her bare breasts after laying down in bed. “Was Mike gentle with you?” Ora asked as he finger rubbed Kanya’s back. “Not at first but after some time he was. Very much after I was badly hurt. Truthfully, I liked it when he was both kind and a little commanding” Kanya replied. “I see. Kanya, I wish to lick your pussy” Ora said with a slight nervous tone. Kanya climbed to her face and planted her crotch on Ora’s lips. Ora opened her mouth slightly letting Kanya slip in. There Ora steadied her as the lonely Yaksha sucked and licked her tiny cunt. “Hmm…feels good” Kanya moaned.

After Kanya came, Ora licked her mouth. “Definitely Yaksha blood in you. Only our kind is that sweet” Ora chuckled. “Really? My pussy tastes that sweet?” Kanya asked. “Care to find out?” Ora asked. Kanya nodded and Ora placed her before her giant cunt. “Yes, yes I missed this. Eat me out my little student. Eat your teacher’s pussy” Ora sighed. Kanya little tongue drank up her fluids as fast as the giantess made them. Ora had to control herself fighting the urge to push her little student up her pussy. Kanya was sprayed with Ora’s juices when she came causing Ora to dutifully clean her in the bathroom sink. Not both satisfied, they laid in bed. “I’m happy with myself for the first time in a long while” Kanya said. “Oh? What do you mean?” Ora asked. “My parents were super traditional so that meant their daughter couldn’t be bisexual” Kanya said. “You’ve had feelings for males and females before?” Ora asked. “Since I was 13 or so. Had a crush on Sarah Hart in 8th grade. And Kevin Dion in 9th grade. Kept to myself how I felt. It drove me crazy. It…it was really bad for me in high school. I feared mom and dad would find out somehow and disown me or something” Kanya said. “Your Yaksha blood influenced your feelings. That’s not your fault Kanya” Ora said. “I know that now but…anyway I just like I’m finally me right now and I have you to thank for it. Thanks Ora” Kanya said. Ora leaned over and kissed her. "You have nothing to thank me for.

@mrgoblinging7

i was wondering how many would like this one when i made it

@olo you have to adjust your hunting methods. Target places that wouldn’t have cameras. Low income areas, bathrooms, changing rooms, etc.

@olo this was a commission done by a DeviantArt artist long ago. His page is long gone. I remember this appearing for the first time on 4chan about 12 years ago…

Chapter 5…A Man of His Word

He had been at it for a week. Amber Collins and Carmella Medici, the two girls that were with Katie the night he shrunk and kidnapped her. The two girls that Katie wished death upon in a fit of rage. Mike resolved to take those girls as well as a reward for his shrunken slave’s willingness to submit. But as usual, such things take planning. In the beginning, Katie was all for it giving Mike detailed information about their lives. As he already knew, they all attended New York State University. Amber was a ditz that sailed through her classes on her looks. Waving her blonde hair and batting her blue eyes got her passing marks from professors. Carmella was what one would call Eurotrash. Last year’s Mercedes is a peasant car as she’d put it. Would wear nothing that didn’t have a German or Italian named designer behind it. Katie told him Carmella would constantly brag about being descended from the infamous Medici family. The same family that had their thumb on the scales of Italian society for centuries. Carmella was an exchange student studying business with the idea of inheriting her father’s bank one day. Needless to say, their disappearances would surely be noticed hence the extra planning and caution.

Mike decided he would have to catch them completely isolated. Far away from people and cameras. Watching their movements through Facebook, as they were foolish enough to document EVERYTHING about where and what they did on vacation, Mike began to narrow down his choices. Driving all the way to Myrtle Beach was a chore so he skipped that. Luckily they posted they would be staying at a private cabin near Brewster New York. Mike asked Katie about the place. She answered she’s never been there but did hear Amber talk about it. Apparently her father owned it. Mike was not about to overlook this fortune. Once he decided on where to do the deed, he just need to decide how to cover his tracks. A crack of thunder outside as an early summer storm blew through the area gave him a sinister idea. He checked the forecast for Brewster and grinned seeing his window of opportunity. Tomorrow around 10:30pm. He began flipping the Coin in anticipation. “Umm…master. I’ve been wanting to ask about that coin” she said.

“What about it?” he asked. “It’s magic right?” she asked. “Yes, old magic” he replied. “Who made it? Where did it come from?” she asked. “Funny thing is I know and again I don’t know. When I first held it, it…linked to me. Suddenly my mind was filled with images, impressions. It’s Thai, very old Thai. I can see that. Old magic, ritual magic. And a word that slips around in my mind. Asu…asu…asu something” he replied. “Sounds like dark magic. Nothing good comes from that. There’s always a price” she muttered. “And you’re the expert?” he chuckled. “I’ve watched enough Buffy the Vampire Slayer to know that. Probably your soul or something” she replied. Mike laughed. “It’s power Katie. Power to change lives. To end them if you want. Fantasies, desires, vengeance, Justice all at the literal flip of a coin” he said grinning. Katie chose to leave the subject alone seeing that wicked grin. Since giving herself to him, Mike hadn’t treated her roughly. Sure, she expected to treat him sexually as he desired but he didn’t strip her naked, pinch, or squeeze her. As long as he got what he wanted, Katie was treated almost one may dare say…a girlfriend.

That night, they laid in bed listening to gentle rain on the window. “You’re really going after them?” she suddenly asked. “I said I would. You’re not getting cold feet are ya?” he asked. “As much as I hate them, I don’t want them to die” she said. Mike turned onto his side to look at her. “Live or die is up to you not me. Need I remind you they gave not a single shit about your disappearance? They even replaced you. Here’s a question. Say if it was some random nutcase that kidnapped you, murdered you, tossed your body in a trash dumpster. Do you think those girls would be bothered to attend your funeral?” he asked. “I’m sure…”

“Be honest” he said. “No” she whispered. “The same girls that smiled in your face calling you their BFF can’t be trusted to do something wholesome as that?” he asked. Katie turned away sniffling. Mike caressed her cheek with his finger. “I didn’t mean to upset you but there are people that would take your kindness as weakness. Those girls don’t deserve your pity” he said softly. Katie simply nodded.

The next day…

The day began as usual with breakfast, some quick college assignments and then playtime with Katie. To keep her fit and healthy, Mike had her play hide and seek in the living room. Katie had gotten quite skilled after a couple rounds. Right then, she hid underneath the sofa. Scaling a leg, she positioned herself between the sofa fabric and where the sofa leg began. By simply looking, you wouldn’t see her. Her fingers and toes finding purchase keeping her hidden from sight. She could hear his giant form searching for her. Her tiny heart pumping as her eyes caught sight of his giant left foot on the carpet. “Katie…I’m gonna find you” he said quietly. Katie stifled a giggle. Strange how she found the whole thing so much fun. After 20 minutes it was clear she would win the game. Carefully, very carefully she decided to toss Mike a clue. Slipping her panties off, she tossed them from underneath the sofa. Light as a feather that size, they drifted a foot or so before landing on the floor. Mike was still searching not wanting to concede. “Oh. What do we have here?” he said finding her panties. Mike brought them to his nose and sniffed them. “I got your scent sweetheart. I know you’re close because they’re still warm” he said. “Gotcha!” he said looking underneath the sofa. “Huh?” he asked not seeing her. “No! Got you!” she yelled dropping right onto his head. Mike pulled his head out from underneath the sofa, held her, and turned his head. “That’s not how the game works” he said. “I know that silly” she said grinning. Mike placed her on his lips. With his warm breath, Katie jumped slightly as it tickled her. Then he parted his lips as her pussy slipped past them. The tip of his tongue began to dance up and down her cunt. Katie moaned softly and began to grind herself against his giant lips.

“Oh yeah…do it master. Eat your slave’s little pussy” she groaned. Mike tasted her juices trickling into her mouth drop by drop. She gripped his nose, her feet dug into his cheeks, the tip of his tongue entered her, and she squealed. “OH FUCK, EAT ME! FUCKIN’ EAT ME!” she screamed as she came. Her free-flowing nectar ran down his throat. She collapsed on his face panting. After cleaning his face, Mike placed her in his lap. “Eat me? You know, at your size you should be careful when you say that” he said. “…would you eat me?” she asked. “What? No! No, I love you!” Mike replied genuinely offended. Katie saw her question caused some distress in him. “He…he really means it when he says he loves me” she thought. The idea made her a happy little shrinky. She would guide his finger to parts of her body as they relaxed and watched tv. Her belly, her thighs, her legs, her feet. The more she thought of him loving her, the more her heart fluttered. His touch felt more…real now.

As night fell and the distant sound of thunder filled the skies, it was time for Mike to hunt. “I’ll be back” he said with his bad imitation of the legendary Arnold. Mike got in his car and drove off. His destination was just over an hour away. Halfway there it began to rain. As he neared his destination, the steady downpour was turning into a full-blown storm, lightning and all. “There it is” he muttered looking at the cabin that sat 300 ft. off the road next to a small lake. He knew he had the right place recognizing the white Mercedes AMG GLE 53 parked in front from their Facebook pictures. He pulled up turning his headlights off to the far side of the property. Then he shut the car off, got out, and walked to the front door. There he knocked. “Hello?” a homely looking girl asked answering. “Katie’s replacement” he thought. “I don’t mean to bother you but I had a flat tire, and my phone ran out of battery so I can’t call AAA. Can I use your landline or maybe your cell?” he asked. You’d think some random stranger knocking on your door during a stormy night would scream danger. Hell, slasher films start this way. However…

“Just a moment. Let me grab my phone” the girl replied walking further into the house. You can stand in the entryway here" she said. Like a vampire getting that invitation, Mike quickly made his way in. All he needed was the door opened to strike. Holding the Coin, he willed the girl to shrink. Hit with the shrinking force from behind, the girl went rigid and with a hiss of air shrunk before him. “Lena? Who was it?” a voice asked coming from the kitchen. “Just your friendly neighborhood shrinker” Mike replied making eye contact, seeing it was Amber, and shrinking her on the spot. “Scratch the friendly part” he chuckled. Now it was just one. “I heard something. What’s…” Carmella asked walking from an adjacent hallway wearing a bathrobe. She screamed for a brief moment before being shrunk and rendered unconscious. “Phase one complete” he muttered before gathering the three four-inch girls. Mike didn’t leave immediately. No, phase two needed to begin but he needed something first. He quickly looked around the living room and found a Versace purse. Inside was a Mercedes key fob. “And this is why you do your homework kids” he muttered knowing both belonged to Carmella. Now with shrunken girls and he key fob, he left making sure no trace of him as left behind.

Placing the girls in his passenger seat, he went to Mercedes. He unlocked it, started it, and made sure the GPS pinged the car. Once that was done, Mike shrunk the car down to a more portable 1-foot size. “Jesus. What do the Germans make these things out of?” he asked picking it up. Even though only a foot long, it weighed a hefty 3 lbs. Placing the still running car on his passenger floor. Mike got into the car and drove away ready for phase three. He had already picked the place. He made sure the stormy weather would align with his plan. 5 miles down the road was an old bridge that crossed a deep river. A river now swollen and raging with rainwater. He stopped the car near the edge of where the ground and bridge met, quickly got out, grabbed the shrunken Mercedes, and with all his might flung the car into the river. Just as it landed into the water, Mike willed the shrunken car to grow back to its normal size. With a pop of air, it did and promptly sank under the water. Satisfied, he got back into the car and drove home.

“Honey! I’m home!” Mike yelled as he entered the house. “You actually did it” Katie said breathe less seeing the girls in his grip. Mike placed them side by side on the table. Then he picked up Katie and placed her nearby to see his work. Carmella still wearing her bathrobe, Amber with a long shirt and socks, and Lena with a shirt and sweatpants. All four no taller than Katie. Mike wetted his hand under the sink. “You might want to cover your ears Katie” he said before flicking water on his victims. Each one awoke looking at another, then their surroundings, Katie which stunned Amber and Carmella, and then Mike. Seeing the giant, they collectively screamed. “Yeah yeah get it out of your system” he sighed. They ran from him and as usual found they were on a table with no escape except death. Then they ran right towards Katie. Katie quickly backed away. “Aww, they remember you Katie” Mike chuckled. “How they acted I swore they forgot about me” Katie said coldly. “Katie, where are we? How did we end up so small? Who is this guy?!” Amber asked. “My master shrunk you” she replied. They looked at Mike. “I’m the reason she disappeared. As she said my name’s Mike. I’ve heard so many wonderful shitty things about you. Pleasure to finally shrink you” Mike laughed extending his finger. “Shitty things?” Carmella asked. “Oh yes. Food runs, holding your weed, cheating off her work. You just used her as a slave. At least I graciously reward my slaves. You just gave her hand me down clothes and a fake smile and thank you” Mike said. “That’s not true! Katie that’s not true. We were beside ourselves when you vanished. Put up flyers, talked to the police, your parents…”

“LIAR! You told the cops the last place you saw me was the dorms and it was my parents that field the report not you! You replaced me in just weeks” she said looking at Lena. “Now Katie, we should be happy about this reunion, and I know just how to get this party started. You three take off your clothes” Mike said. Amber and Carmella each shook their heads. “What we have here is a failure to communicate” he said snatching up Lena. “Sorry Lena but you’re just not that important” Mike said before pulling her shirt off. Next came her sweatpants. “Please…” she begged as he tore her bra and panties off not caring how much it hurt. Mike licked his lips. “No! No please! DON’T EAT ME!” she screeched as Mike put her in his mouth face first. Like a string of spaghetti, he slurped her into his maw. Her miniscule, even before she was shrunk, tits sliding across his tongue. Her bare ass touching his front teeth. Her kicking legs hanging out his mouth until her tiny little bare soles were only visible. Then, she was entirely in. Leaning down, Mike made sure they could hear her screaming. Screams powerful enough the giant could feel them in his teeth. He gathered saliva and worked her into the right angle. Then with a powerful gulp, sent her down to his stomach. Amber and Carmella watched in horror as a small screaming lump that was their…sort of friend disappear past his collarbone. “Now. Do I have to repeat myself?” he asked. Amber and Carmella quickly, very quickly stripped naked. Katie watched stunned as the man she had feelings for ate a girl so coldly. A girl Katie had condemned to a horrible fate by helping him.

Mike gathered their clothes very neatly. “I’m starting a trophy collection of my own. Family tradition. You know all about family tradition right Carmella?” he asked. The shrunken Italian girl glared at him. "Oh, don’t give me that look. Your family line has left enough bodies in its wake to fill a football stadium 20 times over. “Please don’t kill us” Amber squeaked. “Oh Amber, that’s not up to me. That’s all on Katie. You’re her slaves not mine” he replied. Mike held out his Coin. Again, the two girls were shrunk to barely a millimeter in size. “Thought you might have more fun this way sweetie” he told Katie. “What should I do with them?” Katie asked. “Try something humiliating” Mike shrugged sitting down. Katie sat down staring at the bug sized girls. They ran right to her begging for mercy. “Lick my feet” Katie said. “Wha?” Amber asked. “I said lick my feet. You want forgiveness that’s the least you can do” she replied. “Fuck you! You won’t get away with this either of you! My daddy has enough money to hire a hundred people to find us!” Carmella squeaked. “What did she say?” Mike asked not being able to hear them. “She said her rich daddy is coming for us” Katie said. “Hahaha! Think again. See, while you three were napping in my car, I made sure to cover my tracks. Started your car for a GPS tracking, kept it on while I drove to spoof the speed and movement, and then tossed it and unshrunk it into a raging river with the driver door opened. I know they’ll find it but of course not you three in it. They’ll simply assume your spoiled ass wrecked the car into the river and the waters carried your bodies away. Not only will you never be found, you and your family will be blamed for the deaths. Ahhh…it feels good to take pride in your own work” Mike sighed. “Fuck you! Fuck you Katie and fuck your crazy ass freak boyfriend!” Carmella screamed. Katie used her leg to sweep Carmella closer. Off her feet, Katie took her right foot and dropped it right on top of Carmella. Even though shrunk, Katie’s foot was still almost as big as a city bus compared to Carmella. Her dirty musky sole pressing into Carmella’s muffled screaming form. Mike couldn’t possibly hear it, but Katie could hear Carmella’s bones breaking one by one. Right femur, hip, left arm, and then a sinister symphony of ribs. Carmella screeched and trembled making Katie giggle at the tickling under her foot. Then the bug sized heiress simply popped like the world’s smallest ketchup packet underneath her foot. Amber stood there in terror as her friend’s blood oozed out from underneath Katie’s foot. “Amber…” Katie said looking at her. “Oh god…” Amber whimpered.

“It’s okay. I won’t make you lick my feet. That would be so cruel now that Carmella made them so dirty. Shame on her right? Right?” Katie asked. Amber nodded. “So instead, we’re going to get closer. Now be a good girl and lick my pussy okay?” Katie said placing her before it. Not wanting to die, Amber made no fuss about licking her giant cunt. Katie sighed and cooed as the shrunken girl serviced her. “My sweetie having fun?” Mike asked petting Katie. “She’s doing a good job master. It feels so good” Katie sighed. It didn’t take long for Katie to get aroused enough to place her finger on Amber’s back and shove her in. “Yeah! Fuck yeah!” Katie growled holding Amber by the ankles and using her as a human dildo. Harder, harder, and harder she slammed Amber inside her. Mike surprised Katie and kissed her. “She’s in! SHE’S ALL THE WAY IN!” Katie yelled as Amber was shoved deep enough her head touched Katie’s cervix. With a shout, Katie came. She fished Amber out who miraculously survived abet with a broken arm. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Amber wept in Katie’s hand. For a moment, Katie considered keeping Amber as a sex slave permanently, but she remembered what Mike said about kindness. She brought Amber to her face. “Shhh…I know you’re sorry. I know you are. Give me a kiss” Katie said. Even in severe pain, Amber was able to lean in and kiss her giant lips. Lips that suddenly parted. “Katie…I said I was sorry…” Amber whimpered as she passed through those lips. Mike watched with glee as Katie swallowed her alive.

“Holy shit. I can feel her moving. Fuck…I get it now. The power…the control” she hissed. Mike kissed her passionately and then placed a finger on her tummy. Sure enough, Mike could feel Amber in her death throes in Katie’s stomach. Soon she would digested. That night, Katie slept soundly as sexual and emotional drives wore her out. As for Mike, he couldn’t stop grinning to sleep as he his plan had finally worked. The grooming of Katie had been completed. She would soon graduate from sex slave…to partner.

Another sneak peek at a scene in this week’s chapter of The Coin.

Chapter 9…Promises…Promises

Mike contemplated his choices. If Kanya didn’t receive medical treatment within the next day and a half she would die. That much he was certain of. Option one. Unshrink her, drop her off at the hospital and write her off. He would lose a chance of breaking the curse and expose himself to possible law enforcement sniffing around. Sure, the story of being shrunk and raped would make anyone call the nuthouse on them, but what if Kanya just said she was kidnapped and raped? She promised to help him if it meant he’d stop killing. Being locked up would serve that goal too. She would live but it came with a very high risk. Option two. Forego treatment and let her die. Mike thought about option two more. If he did go with option two, he wouldn’t let her suffer. Overdose her on Valium or simply snap her tiny neck. Again, he would lose the best chance so far of breaking the curse but no nosy flatfoot cops to worry about. The more he looked upon her naked body the second option seemed more of a waste. “Mike…it hurts…” Kanya said very weakly. Mike prepared another dose of Valium. One drop was enough. Two would kill. Mike gave her a drop and then held the eyedropper. A part of him, a part dark things came from, told him to give her another drop. Mike placed the eyedropper down.

“I was never one to think inside the box. Maybe there’s a third option” he muttered picking up his phone. Mike had a fantastical idea rattling around in his head. Kanya needed a doctor so why not shrink one and bring them here? Mike tossed that idea out as a missing ER doctor would cause too much a stir. But what if he could find someone like a doctor? That was an idea Mike chose to work on. Mike began to search veterinary clinics. Big clinics were out of the question. In recent years, people have resorted to breaking into them and stealing tranquilizers. That meant security cameras. No, some rundown mom and pop clinic was best. Quiet and too poor to afford decent cameras. Mike hit on one in Torrington, not too far from where he was in Stamford. “Caring Paws” Mike muttered. Mike did some quick research on social media. “Facebook says she runs it by herself after her dad died. Not many comments. Quiet. Perfectly quiet” he muttered. Mike looked at the time. 4:23pm. He knew hunting was best done at night, so he was forced to wait.

Katie stayed out of his way keeping an eye on him. Using a damp paper towel to wipe Kanya’s sweat off her body. Holding her tiny hand between his fingers. Kanya began to stir again. “Mike?” she asked. “I’m going to get you some help” he whispered. She looked at him with almost desperate eyes. “I keep my promises remember?” he said before kissing her. Kanya cringed in pain as she suddenly peed. She saw Mike look as the piss puddle between her legs with a cold look. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” she begged. “It’s okay. Get some rest” he said softly as he wiped up the urine. What had given him a cold look was traces of blood in her urine. He knew she would go into septic shock within hours. Mike took out a large bowl and filled and inch of it with water. Carefully he placed Kanya inside. “Katie get over here” he said. Katie, very nervously got off the sofa and approached the kitchen table. “About Kanya…”

“Oh, we’ll get to that in due time. Right now, you’re getting in that bowl and making sure she doesn’t roll over and drown. The water will help slow her fever” he said picking her up. Katie climbed in worried about his tone. The water was lukewarm as she splashed over to Kanya. “I’m heading out and won’t be back for three hours” he said. “What if she dies while you’re gone?” Katie asked. “I suggest you make sure that doesn’t happen” he said with a look that chilled her soul. Mike grabbed his keys and left. “Fuck…” Katie sighed.

Mike drove up to Torrington going as fast as he dared and arrived near the vet clinic 30 minutes after sundown. He turned off his lights and parked across the street watching. A young woman 23 years of age was busy wiping down the counter. No doubt cleaning up before closing. The Camry’s clock said 9:14. “Hello Ms. Carrie Brewster” Mike mumbled remembering her Facebook profile. Mike got out of the car and looked around. Not a car, not even a person in sight. Mike crossed the street to the clinic and pulled on the door. Unlocked. “Gotta love these small towns” he chuckled entering. There was a cute little bell that rang as he did. “Sorry but were closed” Carrie said coming from the back. “I know but I have a friend needing a house call” Mike said now holding the Coin. In a flash and huff of air, Carrie had been shrunk to five inches laying on the floor. Mike picked her up and placed her on the counter. Taking a moment to lock the door, Mike then walked to the back of the clinic.

He ignored the cats, dogs, birds, and whatnot in their cages making noise. He needed supplies if this was going to work. “Oh this is too easy” he said seeing shelves in the stockroom labeled. “Let’s see…anesthetics, antiseptics, gauze, tweezers, scalpel, sutures…” he mumbled as he loaded them into a bag. Within 10 minutes he was done. He picked Carrie up and turned off the lights before leaving. He got back into the car and drove home. Back home, Kanya was having a seizure. “Don’t die on me you bitch! If you die…” Katie mumbled not daring to finish the thought. The seizure ended and Kanya slipped back into unconsciousness. Mike returned home at a few minutes to 11. He placed the bag on the table and emptied the contents after placing Carrie down nearby. “Uhh…Mike? Who’s that?” Katie asked peeking over the bowl. “The person that might save your ass” he replied taking Kanya out of the water and drying her. Carrie began to stir. She opened her eyes and was confused to her surroundings. “I’m short on time here so get your screaming out of the way now” a giant looming over her said. Surprisingly she didn’t scream. “Just a dream. Just a fucked-up dream” she muttered. “Whatever you need to tell yourself. Here’s your patient. Internal bleeding and a laceration to the kidney” he said as he pulled out the Coin. He shrank the supplies. She didn’t move.

“I ain’t got all night and neither does she” he said leaning in. The warmth of his breath told her it wasn’t a dream. Now she screamed. Mike grabbed her by her long brown hair and yanked her off her feet. “You either do it or I’ll eat you” he said dropping her. Carrie crawled over to Kanya and saw the ominous bruising. “Please…I’m just a vet. She needs a real doctor” Carrie said. “If that was an option I wouldn’t have shrunk your ass. Now can you or not?” he asked. “I don’t know! I work on dogs and shit! Yeah I’ve treated a lacerated kidney before but that was a fucking German Shepherd!” she yelled. “Well looks like you got your chance to be a real doctor today. Get to it” he said. She began looking at the shrunken supplies he stole. “Ketamine?! I can’t use this! It’s for fucking horses!” she yelled. “Stop whining and cut the dosage!” Mike yelled. “That’s not…oh god…I need hot water to sterilize” she sighed. Mike filled a cup with water and microwaved it. Carrie was wiping the bruise with iodine. She jabbed Kanya with the needle and injected her. Kanya jerked up but within minutes was deep under. Carrie made the incision. “Jesus…” she said as blood poured out. “Fucking Christ! If you kill her…”

“It’s blood from the internal bleeding. I have to drain it first. And I can smell urine in it. She would’ve gone into septic shock within an hour. There, it’s tapering off” Carrie said. Carrie spread the cut with her gloved hand and went deeper. “Lacerated kidney confirmed. Not as bad as I thought though. Tear is about a half inch…half inch to me anyways” she said mumbling. Carrie began suturing up the tear and now and then flushing it with hot water. Once that was done she closed the incision with sutures. “Done. The sutures I used are made to dissolve in 8 to 10 weeks. The outer ones will fall off around the same time” she said. “Didn’t know they made sutures like that” Mike said. “Necessary for animals that move around a lot. Look, this isn’t an ER. She needs antibiotics. Lots of them” she said. “Got that covered” he said. “So, about the eating me part…” she whispered. “She’s still alive and I keep my promises. No eating” Mike said relaxing. “You did to her what you did to me? Shrunk her?” she asked. Mike nodded. “Why?!” she yelled. “Long story with that. Shrunk her too” Mike said pointing to Katie who had been hiding the whole time. “Christ on Sunday” Carrie muttered. “Relax a spell. Get comfortable” Mike said. “I’m fine. Just…just want to go home” she said. “I said get comfortable” Mike said coldly. Carrie sat with her knees and legs tucked to her chest. Mike made coffee and poured some into two cups. One of them he had a drop of Valium. He shrunk that cup and handed it to Carrie.

“How did you do that?” she asked. “Magic. Drink your coffee” he said. She hesitated. “Oh please. If I wanted to kill you, there are more efficient ways than poisoning a five-inch-tall woman” he scoffed. She reluctantly sipped her coffee. “You’re more skillful than the average veterinarian. What’s the deal?” Mike asked. “…I started off in med school. My dad started getting sick and asked me to take over the clinic. Transferred my credits to get a vet license and degree. He died a few months after I graduated” she replied softly. “Sorry to hear that” Mike said. Carrie’s head began to get fuzzy. She stretched out her legs. “What about your mom?” he asked pulling off her shoe. “Died when I was a kid. What…what are you doing?” she asked. “Helping you relax” Mike replied pulling off her other shoe. “I’m…fine” she said bleary. Mike grinned as he used his fingernails to pull her tiny socks off. “Surprised you don’t have a boyfriend” he said using his fingers to rub her sweaty little feet. “How…do you know that?” she asked. Mike kissed the soles of her feet before sucking them into his mouth. “Stop…it. Please stop” she begged. Mike let her feet fall from his mouth and began pulling her vet scrub pants and shirt off. Next came her panties. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me” she whined. “No, I said I wouldn’t eat you. Never said I wouldn’t have some fun. I like a girl that shaves down there” he said before leaning in to suck on her little pussy. “Don’t…don’t do…this…” she said just before passing out.

The Valium did its job as Mike molested her body with his tongue. Her sweet pussy juices trickling into his mouth as she came unconsciously. Her pitiful whimpering as he rolled her pea sized tits around with his tongue. With a day’s worth of sweat on her, she tasted sweet and salty. Mike had to cut his fun short as the clock ticked. He thoroughly washed her making sure no traces of his DNA lingered on her body. He dressed her minus her worn socks which he kept as a trophy and when done carried her with him to the car. Mike then drove back to the clinic. He pulled up just before 1:30am and entered the clinic. He kept the lights off in case someone drove by. Mike placed her in a chair sitting behind a reception desk and unshrank her. Now he draped her over the desk like she had fallen asleep on it. He moved a few papers around nearby and left a pen near her hand. “Good. Now when she wakes up she’ll think it she fell asleep at work, and it was just a crazy ass dream” he thought checking around just to make sure everything was in order. Just to be on the safe side, he wiped down every surface he touched with his bare hands leaving no fingerprints. Then he drove home slightly annoyed he kept that promise. Every part of him screamed he should’ve simply eaten her. But Mike was one to take pride in not breaking promises.

Mike got home just after 3am and checked on Kanya. She was already looking better as that pale death color had disappeared. Katie watched as Mike fell asleep at the table watching over her. In the morning, Mike checked on Kanya again. “Mi…Mike?” she asked as his putting woke her. “Morning” he said softly. “I dreamed some woman stabbed me with a syringe” she said. “Wasn’t a dream. Check your left side” he said. She did and her eyes went wide. “You were more hurt than I thought. You were dying. I brought someone here to help you” he said. She looked around. “She’s gone. I let her go” he said. “Why?! That’s a hell of a risk! Why do that?!” she yelled grimacing as she did. “Promises to keep. Don’t worry about it right now. Just rest” he said. “I’m hungry…and thirsty” she said. Mike nodded and fixed a very quick breakfast with juice. Katie, who heard him talking tip toed downstairs. What she and Kanya saw next shocked them. Mike sat on the table and shrunk himself down to a foot. “What’re you…”

"It’s easier this way. Sit up slightly so you don’t choke. He said slipping behind her. Mike began to feed her as she lay against his chest. Mike looked around a moment to observe a now much bigger world. “So, this is how the world looks to you two” he muttered. Kanya didn’t hear him as she was embarrassed and anxious to be doted on this way. That and being this close to him in such an intimate manner. Sure, she laid on his chest before but not like this. He handed her the glass of juice which she quickly drank. “Better?” he asked with his face very close to hers. “Your eyes. It’s not there” she whispered. “What was that?” he asked. “…nothing” she replied. Mike kissed her on the lips. “You had me worried for a while. Kanya…how exactly did you fall off the sink?” he asked. By this point, Katie had climbed onto the table and was behind Mike. He couldn’t see her, but Kanya could. Katie held her breath as he asked that question. “I just slipped. The porcelain was wet” she replied. “…you sure that’s what happened?” he asked. Kanya nodded. “I’ll take you to the bathroom so you can bathe and go potty” he said before growing himself back to normal. Mike saw Katie and paid her no mind as he very delicately picked Kanya up along with some gauze. Mike spent a half hour seeing to her needs in the bathroom before coming back down with her. By now she wore a simple nightie, and the leftover gauze now wrapped her broken leg. Mike administered her meds and placed her on a sofa cushion. She giggled slightly as he played an episode of Rick and Morty for her. “Thank you” she said softly. “Don’t worry about it. I want you to get better so I can go back to sucking that cute tiny pussy of yours” he said grinning. Kanya blushed and hid her face. Mike kissed her before going to the table where Katie hadn’t moved.

She said nothing as he fixed them both breakfast. Mike waited until she was busy eating to speak with her. “Kanya should make a full recovery” he said. “Great! I was worried there for a minute” Katie said feigning excitement. “Really?” he asked. “Well yeah” she said shrugging as she nibbled on some bacon. “I ask because Kanya is a bad liar and she said she simply slipped off the sink. She lied Katie. Why would she do that?” Mike asked. “I dunno” she replied. “Now that’s very interesting Katie. You didn’t say “she’s not lying”. You said you don’t know indicating you know she lied, you know full well what happened, and you don’t know why she lied about it” Mike said now holding the Coin. “We both know what happened. We both know why it happened. So now it’s time I deliver your punishment” he said looking at her. “Mike…Mike please” she begged. “Shhhh” he said as he willed her to shrink. Mike made sure it was slow enough she didn’t pass out. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes. She didn’t stop shrinking until she was two inches tall. “Oh god” she whimpered. “Your punishment, beyond being the size of a cockroach now, is to wait on Kanya hand and foot as she recovers. She wants a Pepsi you give to her. Cheetos you give it her. Foot rubs you give to her. Her ass scratched you give to her” he said coldly. “Mike I’m sorry!” she yelled. Mike wagged his finger back and forth. “I want to make something clear. If Kanya had come out and said it was you, I would’ve shrunk you to the size of an ant and made you eat only my fucking semen for food until she got better. If she had died…well let’s just say good thing she didn’t” he said with a chill. “Don’t you love me?!” she screamed. Mike picked her up between his fingers. Even she could see the burning dark energy in his eyes. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare try to play with my emotions” he growled. He walked over to the sofa and dropped her near the now Amazonian giantess Kanya. “Don’t say shit to me unless you need something for her” he spat. Mike sat down in a nearby loveseat, booted up his laptop, and began typing.

Hours passed and his anger had turned into moderate irritation. He would glance at Katie who’d immediately break eye contact. He began to feel remorseful for the things he said. “I’ll be back later” he suddenly said getting up, grabbing his keys, and then leaving. He found himself driving to New York once more. Again on the hunt, Mike pondered where he could go to find a victim nobody would notice or care to report missing. He stopped at a coffee shop and ordered coffee mulling how stupid it was to call a large coffee “vente”. “It means 20 not large you fuckin’ morons” he growled as he sipped. The shop was something looking like the 90’s forgot. Grunge meets hipster doofus. Only people inside were young adults trying to act like they were “hip”…or “deep”. The urges inside him looked onto one girl dressed in black. Black shirt, torn black jeans, black hair with a pink stripe near the center. Boots coming to the calves. A typical “Hot Topic” goth girl. She sat alone drumming her black fingernails to a broken drumbeat made by a bad poet onstage. Suddenly she got up and walked towards the bathrooms. Mike got up and followed. Just before she got to the door he used the Coin and shrunk her down to three and a half inches. He picked up her unconscious body and left.

Mike sat in the car as it began to rain holding her in his hand. Normally he would be giddy thinking of the cruel inhuman things he could…and would do to her but not now. Mike was like a heroin addict that hadn’t had a hit in weeks. He pulled her little boots off dropping them into the cup holder as his newest trophy and next came her tiny damp socks followed by her pants and shirt. After he typical black bra and panties, she was completely naked. He studied her for only a few moments. Skin damn near porcelain pale except for the rosiness of her hands and bare soles. Mike guessed her age to be no older than 22. Thin but not skinny. Mike licked her little pussy which did taste slightly tangy to him, but it was not enough. Licked her feet. Sucked her minuscule tits. Again and again not enough. “Eat her…EAT HER!” the voice in his mind screamed. “…as you wish” he whispered jamming her into his mouth. He could taste the sweetness of her flesh which was like the tiniest bit of a much wanted narcotic. A sampling that he needed more, uncut, pure unadulterated malice. Mike began to chew…

The young woman, who had been unconscious, awoke with a screech as his molars pulverized her right leg. The taste of her innocent blood made him swoon in his car seat. More…more…he needed more!

crunch CRUNCH crack squelch squelch

Mike chewed her into a bloody pulp. Mercifully, she expired on the third chew. He swallowed her pulverized, eviscerated remains and licked his mouth free of her meat. He felt something poking his gums and with his finger pulled out a shattered femur (leg bone) and flicked it out of the car like someone would toss out an annoying fish bone from a meal. Mike felt pure euphoria. Hell, he had came in his pants at one point. It didn’t take any time at all for that euphoria to turn into self-loathing. Eating someone alive was one thing, chewing them was another. The feeling of her skull exploding as he bit down. The taste of her blood. The screech that rattled his teeth. But what troubled him more than anything else was he gave in to the demon. The Asura. It was one step closer to conquering him and that meant doom to anyone he loved. Mike realized he might not be able to wait until Kanya got better. Mike Googled something on his phone, plugged in the address, and started the car. He drove to the address marked and parked. He got out and walked to the building. It was late so he didn’t know if anyone would answer the door. Surprisingly, someone did.

A monk, a Buddhist monk opened the door. And how may I help you this evening?" the young man asked. “How do you fight an Asura?” Mike asked.

After knocking on her window, I opened it and plucked her up from her bedroom. Ready for our date?

Chapter 10…Revelations

Mike entered the Buddhist temple and under the young man’s request, took off his shoes. Before him was the main room with a very big gold painted Buddha but the young man did not lead him inside. Mike felt the Coin vibrate as his gaze lingered on the Buddha. “In here please” the young man said. “Please sit, the Master will be in shortly” he said. Mike sat down on a regular sofa in front of a coffee table. Mike felt oddly nervous in the room. Looking around, sutras written in Sanskrit hung on the walls. He felt strange just looking at them. “Good evening” an old man dressed in robes said entering. “H…hi” Mike muttered. “You told my acolyte you wish to learn how to fight an Asura?” he asked. Mike didn’t readily answer. The old monk laughed. “Yeah, this was a mistake” Mike muttered getting up. “No, sit. It is just exceedingly rare to even hear the word Asura, especially coming from a white westerner. And to ask how to fight one to boot!” the monk said laughing. Mike took the Coin from his pocket. “What if I told you one was trapped inside this coin?” Mike said. The old man picked it up. Within a second he dropped it like it burned him.

“The scriptures spoke of artifacts imprisoning them. How did you come to have this?” the monk asked. “Grandfather owned it before me. Now the damn thing is bound to me curse and all” Mike said. “Curse?” he asked. Mike sighed and told him the entire story. “And you ate someone before coming here?” the monk asked. Mike grew very nervous. “Relax. Even if I called the police and they did find human remains in your stomach, it would not solve the bigger problem. Asura don’t give up their familiars easily. Shrinking magic? Most novel but not unheard of” the old monk said. “Wait…you’ve heard of this before?!” Mike asked. “Shrinking magic? Oh yes. But before I go further I must tell you that you can’t fight an Asura” he replied. “Why? If you can’t fight them then how did this bastard get trapped in an old ass coin?” Mike asked. “This may take a while” the monk said ringing a bell. The acolyte from before entered. “Tea please Shen” the monk said. Not long after the acolyte returned and poured both some tea and left the pot on the table. “To answer your question, you must first understand the nature of the world. What your senses perceive as real is only half of what’s really the world. Next to the physical is the spiritual. The binding energies of reality” he said. “Like the Force” Mike chuckled. The man gave him a look. “Sorry” Mike muttered.

“It is said that in the very beginning, there was nothing but darkness and light. Brought together created what you call reality and we its children. But what existed before, what gave each side spiritual meaning was two…for a lack of better term, races. On the side of darkness were the Asura. Beings of evil, malice, and chaos. The negative spiritual energies of reality. And on the side of light were the Yaksha. Beings of good, hope, and order. The positive spiritual energies of reality. Each side immortal forever locked in war. It is said our world is a result of their greatest battle. Then we came along, mortal beings that could tip the balance either way. No longer content with waging their war in the spiritual plane, they descended down here. However, both sides knew full well their battles would turn our world to cinders so they used us as proxies. The Yaksha became fairy like creatures drawing their strength through nature and exporting their magics to the chosen. Shrinking magics being the most common. As to why I’ll get to that later. As for the Asura, they possessed those willing to form contracts and imbued them with destruction magics. Fire being the most common, but others were known to be used. They drew their strength from pain, misery, chaos, and death.”

“For many, many centuries, their proxy war raged until their numbers dwindled. The Asura sealed off and forgotten. The weakest ones starved to death cut off from their sources of spiritual energy. As for the Yaksha, a tradition emerged between a Yaksha and acolyte of different genders to shrink their acolyte and sire children. This is why shrinking magics were the most common. Common enough both sides used it for different purposes. However, when a Yaksha sires a child, a portion of their power is directly passed down to it. Over time, a Yaksha became mortal the more children they had” he said ending the tale. “I don’t understand. That doesn’t tell me why I can’t fight one” Mike said. The old man stood up, went to a bookstand and lit a stick of incense. “Come here” he said. Mike walked over. “Strike the smoke using your hand” he said. Mike chuckled thinking this was silly. Mike went to wave it away only to find the smoke just curl around his hand never touching it. Even fanning it didn’t do jack. “This some kind of trick?” he asked. The monk shook his head. After 10 minutes Mike gave up. The monk placed one hand on one side of the smoke and used his other hand to suddenly clap. When he opened them, there was a faint trace of soot. “You didn’t say I could use both hands” Mike said. “Neither did I. Not once did my other hand try to touch the smoke. Asura are beings of negative spiritual energy. Formless and immaterial just as smoke. To fight one, you must use positive spiritual energy. Formless and immaterial like the air itself I used against the smoke. You are not capable of that” he said. “So, I’m fucked” Mike said. “I wouldn’t go that far. You can be taught to by a Yaksha or at least a close descendant of one” the monk replied. “Would a descendant be able to see auras?” Mike asked wary. “Most certainly. Spiritual sense of the cornerstone of their power” the monk replied. “Oh goody. Kanya is gonna love this” Mike muttered. “Unless this Kanya has been trained in the spiritual arts I doubt she can help you” the monk said. “Is being a waitress count as spiritual training?” Mike asked. “Not in the way that matters” the old monk said chuckling. The monk wrote a note. “This is someone that can help you conquer your literal demon. I should warn you that she’s…eccentric” he said handing him the note. “I’ll take any help I can get” Mike said. The monk bid him farewell as he left.

Mike returned home at almost 3am. The tv said. “Are you still watching Netflix?” as Kanya and Katie slept on the sofa cushion. Mike gently picked Kanya up and carried her upstairs. He placed her in a clean sock stuffed shoebox and propped her broken leg up on the edge. She murmured in her sleep as Mike covered her with a shrunken blanket. Now comfortable in her makeshift recovery bed now on the nightstand, he returned downstairs. Mike sat on the sofa cushion, but this time Katie awoke. Mike saw the fear in her eyes. “I might’ve found someone that can help me” he said quietly placing the note on the coffee table. She could see it was an address. “I should apologize. There is a difference between punishment and flat-out cruelty” he said. Katie found herself growing back to her previous five-inch height. “You still have to look after Kanya” he said. “I was jealous okay! You were spending all your time with her…” Katie said sniffling. “Why buy the milk when you can get the cow for free?” he asked. “What?” Katie asked wiping her eyes. “This…thing flat out eats misery and pain. Instead of hunting girl after girl I had planned on using Kanya as a source I could keep it feeding off of. But…but when she genuinely wanted to help me, my feelings changed. I’ve only told you the bare minimum of what is demon whispers in my head day after day. And tonight, while I was out, I gave into it. A girl around your age, nothing special about her at all and I ate her” he said. “You’ve eaten…”

“Not like this. I chewed her to pieces. Chewed her alive. I remember every crunch, every scream. Like chewing a sardine. Katie…I remember what her brains tasted like” he whispered. Katie sat on his thigh. Mike picked her up and kissed her. “I was a good person once. I wasn’t always like this” he muttered as a tear fell down his cheek. “Mike, you’re emotionally exhausted. Let’s go to bed” she said. Mike simply nodded and carried her upstairs with him.

The next morning…

“I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” Kanya asked as they ate breakfast. “I said you’re a descendant of a Yaksha” he replied. Kanya burst out laughing. “What’s a Yaksha?” Katie asked. “An Asian version of a fairy. Thanks Mike. Been awhile since I laughed that hard” she said giggling. “Is it so hard to believe? You’re a four-inch-tall shrunken Asian chick that can see dark energy” he said. “Point taken” she muttered. “Haven’t you ever wondered where that power really came from?” he asked. “Grandma just said it’s a bloodline thing. Mom would get really mad whenever it came up, so we never really spoke about it” Kanya replied. “Mad? Why?” Mike asked. “Dunno. Guess mom just thought it was old Thai superstition. Nothing an “American” family should believe in” she replied. “After breakfast I plan on going to this address that monk gave me. Hopefully I’ll be back before it gets late” he said. “Just be careful” Katie said. Kanya nodded. After eating, Mike left open a lunchable for them to eat on while he was gone and then left. He typed in the address 1233 Pine Road, Bedford Hills New York and drove off.

It wasn’t a long drive. Just 45 minutes on the highway but it did give him some time to think. A female Yaksha. Mike didn’t know what to expect as Googling them didn’t help much at all. Just the myths and legends had them look like just about anything. Some pictures grotesque. Mike chuckled wondering who would fuck something that ugly. The monk did warn him she was…eccentric. Mike wondered what he meant by that. Bedford Hills was a small town with less than 3,000 people. The address had him drive deep…deep into a forested road until the pavement turned to gravel. “You’ve arrived at your destination” Waze told him. The destination was a rusted beat-up mailbox at the end of a dirt road. Mike sighed as he turned onto it and went up. Five minutes, nearly a quarter mile in he came across a log cabin. Parking the car, Mike got out and looked around. No car, no telephone pole, nothing to show it was inhabited. Mike knocked on the door. No answer. “Hello? Anyone home?” he asked. Mike was startled as a large bird landed next to him. It appeared to be staring right at him. It flapped its wings and hopped 10 feet to his right and made a small screech. Weirded out, Mike approached it. As soon as he did it did the same thing. Over and over as if leading him somewhere. Now at the back of the cabin, Mike could see someone chopping wood. “Hello? Are you the owner?” he asked. The person split a log in two and looked up. Mike saw it was a woman. She wiped the sweat off her brow. “Yeah I am” she said now walking towards him. She suddenly stopped looking dead at his left pocket. The same pocket the Coin was in. The wind began to pick up.

Now closer, Mike could make out the fact the woman was clearly Asian. No more than 20. “What brings someone like you here?” she asked. Mike reached into his pocket and the sky began to darken. He pulled out the note. “I was told to come here” he said. She cautiously approached him and took the note from his hand. She nodded and sighed. “A monk told me to come here. He said a Yaksha could help me with my problem” Mike said. “Well, you found one” she said as the sky grew brighter, and the wind died down. “You’re a Yaksha?!” Mike asked. “Yeah I know. Not what you were expecting. Come on in” she said leading him to her cabin. Mike entered behind her to see it looked entirely normal. “Coffee?” she asked. Mike nodded. She put on a pot and then began walking upstairs. “I’ll freshen up as that’s going. Be back soon!” she yelled disappearing upstairs. 15 minutes later she returned but her return left Mike astounded. A four-inch woman wearing a bathrobe floated, yes floated, down the staircase and right towards the kitchen. “Ahh…fresh brew” she sighed as she waved her hands and the pot, and two cups levitated into the air. The pot perfectly poured two cups of coffee, in which cups floated to Mike and the coffee table. “Aren’t…you uhh…more guarded than this?” he asked. “You’re no threat to me even with that cursed artifact in your pocket. Even if you were I could’ve killed you with a snap of my fingers. And two, my grandson would’ve never sent you to me if you really were a threat” she replied. “Grandson? There was a young man that answered the door, but an old monk sent you to me” Mike said. “Yeah, that’s my grandson” she said. “What?! How old are you?!” Mike asked. “Hmm…stopped counting after 600” she shrugged. “So Yaksha really are immortal” he said. “Pureblood ones with no children are. The more children they have, the more mortal they are. Same deal with how pure the blood of their offspring is. My grandmother was a pureblood. I was her 17th child. So I’m not immortal, just really, really long lived” she said.

“Forgive me but you don’t look anything like the myths and stories” Mike said. “Ha! Artistic license so to speak. Would you fear a four-inch Asian woman?” she asked. Mike hung his head. “A great deal about us was made up. Even most of our origins. We weren’t at the beginning or any of that shit. We came to be around the same time humans did. The first of our kind ascended to the spiritual form along with the Asura. To make ourselves seem important we…spun the truth” she said. “So, this never-ending battle with the Asura isn’t true?” Mike asked. “Oh that shit is very true. The Asura wanted to dominate humanity. We wanted to protect it. Drink your coffee before it goes cold” she said. She shrunk her cup before levitating it to her hands. “So this is your real form?” he asked. “You mean my size and appearance? Appearance no. I tend to change it every 25 years to avoid snooping humans. As for my size yes. Holding human size is like flexing a muscle. Flex it too long it starts to hurt” she said. “Nice choice in appearance” he said. “Why thank you young man” she said grinning. “Mike” he said. “Mike…I’m Ora” she said. “About my problem” he said. “Ah yes, take it out” she said. Mike took the Coin out of his pocket. “SQUASH THAT BITCH!” a voice shouted in Mike’s head making him spill the coffee. “That was rude” Ora muttered. “I’m sorry. A voice…”

“Wasn’t talking about you spilling coffee. I heard that craven fuck in your head. My my. It’s been a long time since I laid eyes on a genuine artifact prison. Think the last one was Kublai’s wine jug during the Boxer Rebellion. That takes me back. Place it on the table please” she said. Mike did and she approached it. “Whew! Aren’t you just a nasty fucker. All that malice and pain you soaked up over the centuries. Must got a body count in the thousands by now. All that negative energy is making my damn pussy hair stand on end. So Mike, what magic did he give you? Flight, mind control, fire, lightning?” she asked. “Shrinking magic seemingly geared towards females” Mike replied. “Stingy bastard. That’s low tier stuff. The female part is probably because a female Yaksha sealed him away” she said. She looked at him. “And he got his hooks in you real good judging by your spirt aura” she said. Mike grew quiet. “How do I beat him?” he whispered. “Well, I’m sure you were told you can’t just beat his ass like he owes you money. Spirt magics and spiritual techniques can only harm an Asura. Having said that the thing is already imprisoned. The trick we need to focus on is severing the connection you have to him. I’m assuming you have a blood bond to him” she said. Mike simply nodded. The first thing we need to do is find out why you were so vulnerable to him. Something about you, a chink in the armor that let him in. Tell me about yourself” she said. Mike spent the next three hours rambling about his life.

“You told me everything and absolutely nothing at the same time. One moment” she said leaving him, she returned wearing a simple shirt and khaki shorts. “Mike, why exactly did you shrink your first victim? Tell me the reasoning behind it” she said. “If I could do it. No, I knew I could do it. I saw my grandfather dominate a girl. I wanted to feel what he felt. Total complete control” he muttered. “Did you even consider her life? What you would rob her of?” she asked. Mike shook his head. “Apathy. In my centuries of life, I learned what evil is. It’s not doing shitty horrible things. It’s the lack of empathy. Well, we know what the chink in your armor was” Ora said coldly. “You can’t judge me solely on that?!” Mike yelled. “Oh? Tell me what redeeming qualities you have Mike” she said. “I don’t break promises and I keep my word” he quickly replied. Ora burst out laughing. “In one hand you got a total apathy for what you do and in the other your honor in your oaths. One of these things don’t flap like the other” she chuckled. Mike glared at her. “Do it…you know you want to” a voice in his head whispered. “Shut up demon. He doesn’t need your help right now” Ora said. Mike calmed down slightly. “What stopped you?” she asked him. “You said you could kill me” he replied. “What if I said I wouldn’t stop you? Hell, what if I said there were no consequences at all?” she asked. Ora reached underneath her panties and flinched. She pulled out a plucked pussy hair and dropped it on the table.

To Mike’s astonishment, the hair turned into a perfect naked copy of Ora. “A little trick taught to me by a descendant of the Monkey King a long time ago. A perfect copy right down to the mole on my butt. Show him the mole” she said to the copy. She turned around and flashed her tiny ass to him. “So go ahead. Kill her. Get it out of your system” Ora said. Mike snatched the copy up. Mike couldn’t believe how perfect it was. If Ora was naked, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Mike hesitated. “Oh…I see” Ora muttered snapping her fingers. Suddenly the copy began to show fear. “Please…please don’t hurt me” it begged. Mike felt something inside him bubbling to the surface. “It pissed you off to no end when I called you out didn’t it?” Ora asked. “…yeah it did” Mike growled. Mike jammed the copy into his mouth ignoring the screams coming from it and worked it to the back of his mouth. “Please…” the copy begged sobbing as her head stuck from between his lips. With a slurp and a loud gulp, it was gone. Mike felt it struggling in his stomach for a brief moment until it stopped. “How do you feel?” Ora asked. “POWERFUL! Fuck! That…that felt good” he gasped. Ora studied him for a moment. “That feeling slowly coming to the surface. What is it?” she asked. “…guilt” he whispered softly. “So not a total lack of empathy. That’s a start Michael” she said floating over and sitting on his shoulder.

“We will stop him. It’s going to take you going to places inside yourself you won’t like. It’s going to be hard, painful, and shameful but we will stop him. Okay?” she asked feeling him shake. “See that door to the right? Go to it and open it” she said. Mike got up and went over to the door. He opened it to find a simple room with cushions on the floor and a metronome on a shelf. “The first thing we had to do was narrow down what made you susceptible to him. We did that exposing your apathy towards women. Now we need to see the root cause. Sit down” she said. Mike did and Ora snapped her fingers causing the metronome to begin ticking back and forth. “This is my meditation room. That metronome helps me get going. Now Mike, what we’re about to do is far more than some bullshit mediation you see on infomercials. It’s going to be intense. It’s going to feel very, very real. You ready?” she asked floating down to the floor. “Ready” he replied. Ora knew he had no clue what he was in for but had no choice but to proceed. “Close your eyes” she said. Mike did and for a time felt nothing. He did notice the sound of the metronome seemed to get further and further away. And when it disappeared, he opened his eyes. “I don’t think…what the fuck?” he asked seeing himself seemingly floating in space. “Welcome to the Astral Plane. The realm where spiritual energy meets thought” Ora said coming up beside him. “It looks like some NASA shit” he said. “Because you currently lack spirt sight. Most of this place is a void to you. What you see as stars are really the spirit energies of people like me. Mike, I want you to focus on where your sense of keeping your word came from. Why exactly is it so important because you seem to resist your worst impulses because of it” she said. “Oh, that’s easy. Grandpa instilled that in me when I was little” Mike said. As soon as he said that the scene changed to his living room. “Whoa! Warn me when you do that” Mike said. “Wasn’t me. Your mind did this” Ora said. “Is that me?! Holy shit I was a cute kid” Mike said seeing his 7-year-old self on the floor watching cartoons. “Yes…cute” Ora said distracted by shouting form the kitchen. Ora approached and was blocked by a translucent barrier. “Mike?” she asked. Mike walked over to her.

“You said you wouldn’t do it again! You promised…” a female voice shouted. “Mom?” Mike asked. “Your mother?” Ora asked. “That’s her voice. Mom abandoned me with grandpa when…when I was his age” Mike said quietly. Neither could see past the blurring of the barrier. “Mike. I’ve seen this before. It’s a suppressed memory” she said pulsing her hand against the barrier. Suddenly the scene “glitched” and now his grandfather was bent down with his hands on young Mike’s shoulders. The boy looked considerably frightened. “Where’s mom?” Mikey asked sniffling. “You mom left. She said she’s not coming back” his grandpa said. Mike began to cry. “But she said she would be back in a few days!” Mike sobbed. “She broke her promise. Mikey, I want you to never break a promise. A person is only as good as the promises they keep. Do you understand?” he asked. Mikey nodded and hugged the man sobbing. “I remember that…” Mike whispered. “Mike, something isn’t right. A suppressed memory and then his weird skip?” she said waving her hand. The scene changed back to how it started. “We have to see what you’re suppressing. Michael, this will not be easy on you. Your unconscious mind suppressed it for a reason” she said. “In for a penny…” Mike muttered. “So be it” she said using her power to break the barrier before them.

“Mom!” Mike yelled seeing her clearly and for the first time in nearly 20 years. “You promised me. You promised that if I agreed to be your partner, you’d stop hunting innocent girls. Remember the deal? I’d find women deserving it and you satisfy this…thing of yours. But what’s this?!” she asked holding in her hands shrunken clothing. “Stacy was my friend! She slept over here as a kid dozens of times for fuck’s sake! So, what did you do to her? Crush her? Eat her? There’s a goddamn candlelight vigil at her house right now!” his mother screamed. “The urge got too much, and I bumped into her grocery shopping…” the man muttered. “That’s it. I don’t care what they say now. I’m going to the cops!” she yelled. “No you won’t!” the man yelled holding the Coin. His mother was shrunk instantly to five inches tall. “Grandpa? What was that light?” Mikey asked walking into the kitchen. He immediately saw his shrunken mom on the floor being picked up. “Go back to the living room and watch cartoons!” the man yelled. Mikey scampered off and hugged his legs to his chest in front of the tv. “What…what did…he couldn’t have…WHAT DID YOU DO!” Mike screamed at his grandfather. Mike began to stagger, and the meditation and scene was broken. They were back in the meditation room and Mike bolted out. Ora followed him. “At least you found the downstairs bathroom” she said quietly watching him wretch into the toilet. "I tried to warn you. This form of mediation is very intense. Not to mention the emotional toil uncovering a suppressed memory holds.”

A half hour later…

“How could he?” Mike asked sitting on her sofa. “Michael. He had been under the influence of that Coin for decades. His sense of morality would’ve been long eroded. An Asura’s influence is like a cancer that slowly eats away at you until you’re just a shell of what you once were” Ora said quietly sitting on his thigh. She saw the pain in his eyes. Ora wondered if she did more harm than good. “We should stop today. I…I don’t want you to give up so please come back tomorrow” she said. She floated up and kissed his cheek. “Ora…when I ate your copy, what if I didn’t feel guilty about it?” he asked softly. “I would’ve killed you on the spot” she replied. He looked at her. “Guess good thing I did. Hope for me yet?” he asked with almost pleading eyes. “Some. Go home. Rest” she said. Mike left her soon after that.

The girls badgered him about how things went. Mike barely responded. His mind was somewhere else. The more dwelled on that memory, the more he could remember of it. Then a part of that memory came forward. His grandfather going into his study moments later. When the girls were asleep, Mike entered the study. He had been in there countless times. A room filled with old memorabilia of his grandpa’s time in the army. Old uniform, patches, pictures, models of fighter jets he worked on as a mechanic. An old antique desk he bought long ago. As a kid, his grandfather didn’t let him enter the room without him. Now Mike wondered if there was a darker reason behind that. Mike has cleaned the room, before the attic, shortly after inheriting the house. He hasn’t been in it since. Had no real reason to. Now he did. Mike spent over an hour searching the room to find nothing. Then he began searching the desk itself as though it was an obvious place to hide something felt his grandfather was smarter than that. Nothing. But when Mike went to shut the lowest drawer it was slightly stuck. He placed his hand underneath to raise the drawer slightly. “What?” he asked feeling the weight to be completely off. “Shouldn’t be that heavy” he muttered. When Mike felt inside the drawer, he saw the bottom shift ever so slightly. There was a small gap between the drawer bottom and the sides. Using his fingernails, he pried the bottom up. “A false bottom and…the hell is this?” he asked finding a book inside. Mike opened the book to find pages after pages written by his grandfather. “He kept a diary?” he asked himself. As he looked to see how thick it was, he noticed somewhere inside the book pages was a bump. He opened the book to that page to find something that confirmed his memory to be true. Shrunken and perfectly preserved was a yellow dress, panties, skirt, and sandals. The very same clothing his mother wore in the memory. Mike held them in his hand.

“Grandpa…what have you done?” Mike asked broken hearted.