A moment of silence passed as you registered the booming words of your goddess, transferring them into sheer terror. Your entire self paled as the blood flushed from your face in fear. No...not Rouge. Any other goddess but her. The others could be gentle, they could be cruel if they wanted to be, but Goddess Rouge was on a whole other level. Just the mere thought of her sent a shudder down your spine and made you cringe at every painful thought and memory of her.
She was the reason you were half an inch tall right now. She seemed to relish torturing you, enjoyed every moment of reducing you, and no matter what you did, whether you pleased her or not, her actions always ended in pain for you. While the other goddesses and sub-goddesses did crush you on occasion to shrink you, no matter what Rouge was the one who ended up doing it the most, the sight of her massive boots coming down on you made you wince even at the thought.
You had been left in her care a few months ago, Goddess Sarah and the rest of your divine family going on a small trip that for some reason didn't require you to come along as well. With Rouge's lavish manor, you had seen her go from a gothic young woman to one of the wealthiest women in the whole country. Rumor had it was that she had been quite the gold-digger, and got her claws on a business CEO before he mysteriously 'left everything he owned' to his lovely wife. He promptly disappeared off the face of the map, and Rouge was never questioned, her charm and grace to the camera and paparazzi hiding her quite devilish nature.
Even though she had normal, human-sized servants who she no doubt treated like dirt, she had gotten you to do the most demeaning of tasks, which you were more than 'happy' to do for her, albeit a little forced on your part. You cleaned her boots with your tongue, bowed down before her and told her how powerful she was and how little you were, and even complimented everything she owned and what she could do. She had told you that you had done a good job, and as a reward would grant you an even better view of her. That was when she simply picked you up and flung you across the room to smack into a wall.
She strutted over happily to you before raising her boot, and simply brought it down, your body easily giving way underneath it. You went from three inches to half an inch from that, and had barely been hanging onto this small size, not wishing to be any smaller unless your goddesses wanted it. Fortunately, they haven't, but with Rouge coming over, it might happen anytime.
A knock from downstairs interrupted the horrid memory, and Sarah smiled down at you. "Ah, that must be her now." She got up, your small body still cupped in hand, and strutted out of her room, heading downstairs and opening the front door to greet the demon herself.
"Rouge, good to see you." Your wife-goddess smiled at the woman standing on the front porch, idly texting away on an incredibly expensive-looking cell phone.
"Sarah! Good to see you too." Rouge replied in a deep, seductive tone, the only setting her voice seemed to have. You peeked over Sarah's fingers to look at her, and still seemed the same as ever. She hadn't aged any, as if the forty-year old woman seemed blessed to appear eternally young with her good looks. Pale skin that seemed ghostly beautiful, hair died in streaks of purple curves that defied gravity, an H-cup chest and a rear enunciated only further by her tight, form fitting leather and dominatrix like outfit, always followed by her signature white boots.
"Oh?" Rouge looked down at you over her sunglasses, putting her cell phone away and smirking. "If it isn't my little cousin-bug. How are you?" She cooed almost mockingly.
"I-I'm fine. How are you, goddess Rouge?" You replied in a bit of a stutter.
"Oh, I've been fine. Busy running a multi-million dollar company can be so stressful at times, but I manage." She strutted in past Sarah, nearly knocking her aside. That was a thing too, Rouge always flaunting her wealth in anyone's face. You looked up, goddess Sarah narrowing her eyes a bit before forcing a smile on her face and closing the door behind her, noting the...limousine parked out on the front lawn.
Rouge sat her plush rump down on the couch, Sarah taking a chair in front of her. "Oh I always do love taking these visits out here, your home is always....quaint." The goth goddess chuckled, as if her last word didn't sound insulting at all.
"Yes..." Sarah replied slowly. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Why not make the bug get us something?" She pointed at you.
"...I would, but he's far too small to carry a glass anymore, thanks to you."
"Shame, he's so worthless." Rouge rolled her eyes, but smirked. "Well, not entirely. I do miss his foot massages."
"Yes, they are quite nice." Your goddess cupped her hand tighter around you, almost protectively. Was...Sarah being possessive over you? You had never felt defended before, even when you began to be less than a man to your goddesses.
"I also miss him cleaning my boots. Ugh, my maids and butlers just can't catch that tongue-licked sheen that he's capable of."
"...He licks and cleans my footwear too."
"Oh, the pair of heels and sneakers you own?"
"...I have more than just those."
"Not from what I see you wear." Rouge laughed. "Kidding dear, I'm just kidding! You have a lovely wardrobe. Not as extensive as mine, but still, quaint nonetheless."
"...I have to make a phone call." Sarah replied through gritted teeth. You could almost just feel the anger seething off of her, and hoped she wouldn't take it out on you later on. Just as she was about to get up, your cousin-goddess motioned with a finger.
"Mind leaving the insect here dearie? I would so love to have some time with him." She giggled, batting her long eyelashes.
With a huff, Sarah threw you onto the chair and stormed off to another part of the house so she could cool off and make that 'phone call' of hers. Fortunately, the cushion of the chair was soft enough to counteract the force at which she threw you down, making you bounce comfortably until you were positioned directly in the center of the cushion.
As you rubbed your head from the fall, a few booming footsteps and a tall shadow looming over you made you look up, Rouge sneering down at you with her hands on her hips as she towered high above, higher than any building could be compared to.
"I've missed you Luke." She chuckled, addressing you by your name. You gulped, knowing this would probably be a very, very, very bad day.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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