You are incapable of understanding it, but the feeling in your head, the hammering pain that grows from the past nausea only intensifies as your form reduces progressively faster and faster. You try to yell at Roshan, like asking her exactly what's happening but she doesn't reply, maybe she cannot hear you or worse she's ignoring you. You soon close your eyes and wait for this to end but it's only three or four seconds until your composure returns and your mind clears in one moment. Roshan's still looking down at you and finally she speaks.
"That's a perfect size for you, do you agree? I was hoping you would be microbial, but things will be easier this way." She kneels down, looking left and right to make sure no one can see what is going on. The dim lights of the studio illuminate her darkened features and you can see her sharp nose and shallow orbits, and this strikes you. You recall the booming of her voice from a moment earlier. You recall the vibrations that channeled through your bones and then your mind becomes a reflection of a reflection as you blink once, still staring at Roshan. "Quit looking at me like that, I'm supposed to be the creep here," is what she says to you. Now she's standing and your head spins with the realization of how minute you are.
"Can you hear me? Why did you do this? How did you do this?" you yell up at her. She can hear this time, definitely, and she smiles subtly, clearly not in a way to relax your but to send a chill down your spine. An awareness washes over you, and you feel your clothing on your body and your hair on your scalp, each one protruding from a follicle.
"Leave it to someone as ignorant as you to not notice the men going missing in this studio. I've got to get my ish on little men like you, yeah? I hope you do not mind." Now your head hurts worse. Where did the previous men go? Why would she pick you, of all people? Now your joints are hurting. It's all too weird.
What are you supposed to do now? Are you going to do something about this or let this woman take you with her?
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