There was one thing Dorothea knew for sure- she needed help. Shrinking wasn’t something she ever thought possible, but perhaps someone in the church would know about it. So she went for the door. Fortunately, she was still tall enough to reach the handle, though it seemed like she wouldn’t be for long. She pulled at it with all of her strength, but the door did not budge. It seemed it was already too heavy for her to move.
“No!” Before long, she would be too small to escape. She couldn’t let that happen- while that was something Bernadetta might not mind, Dorothea couldn’t stand being cooped up inside. But things didn’t seem to be going in her favor, for her arms were now stretched to their limit, her hands high over her head and her boots barely touching the floor as she shrank smaller and smaller…
At what felt like the last possible moment, the door swung open. Startled by her success, Dorothea lost her balance and fell over onto her rear. But she wasn’t about to let that make her miss her opening, wasting no time in scrambling to her feet. She dodged round the now open door, before…
Dorothea stopped. A huge figure stood in her doorframe. The shape of a man, daylight beaming in from behind him. Dorothea shaded her eyes, allowing her to see the academy uniform he wore. She was quick to realize that it was he who had opened the door, and not her. His huge size was intimidating- he had to be at least triple the size of her- but above all she was glad to have found some assistance.
“I need your help!” she cried, ignoring her higher-pitched voice, “Please, help me get to my Professor, or lady Rhea, anybody!”
The student did not answer. Instead he just stared down at her. The light prevented her from seeing his face, the contrast between light and dark revealing nothing of his features nor expression, but she assumed he was shocked at the sight of her.
“Please! Help me out!” Dorothea pleaded, “I need to get out of here!”
“You want to leave?” despite his size, his voice was soft and quiet. His muted response surprised Dorothea.
“Y-yes, I need to get out of here! If this doesn’t stop soon, then…”
“We can leave in a moment,” he stepped towards her. Then he turned, his hands going for the door. Acting on instinct, Dorothea darted towards it, slipping past the huge legs of the man, but she wasn’t fast enough to get outside, the doors shutting before she could reach them.
“There is no need to worry. It will stop soon,” came his empty reassurance.
“What? You know about this?”
That was when Dorothea pieced it all together. His arrival was not down to chance. He had been waiting for her.
“It was you!” She squeaked in an accusatory tone, “you gifted me the perfume!”
“Yes, I did.”
He turned back around and looked at her. Only now did Dorothea get a look at his face. His short, blond hair and his facial features would ordinarily be unremarkable, but to the downsized Dorothea they looked distorted and twisted, the man looking down at her from above. She backed away as she continued to shrink, the top of her head no longer reaching his knee.
She knew escape was futile. Her only escape route was closed, and he had a considerable size advantage over her. But that didn’t mean she should give up. She turned and ran from the man, sprinting for her bed.
For just a few seconds, Dorothea was getting away. But then there was a pressure around her waist. Dorothea screamed as an immense force held her back.
“This isn’t how I wanted our meeting to go,” the student said, “but it cannot be helped. I am Luitger, of the Golden Deer house. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dorothea.”
It would have been a polite introduction, were it not for the fact that his whole hand was around her body.
“Let go of me!” Dorothea demanded, struggling against his huge fingers. They seemed to grow larger, and the force on her body stronger as she continued to dwindle.
For a fleeting moment, his grip loosened. But it tightened before Dorothea could free herself. She was suddenly lifted from the ground, her legs kicking in the air as she was levitated against her will.
“Now, I shall take you out of here, as you requested,” the student named Luitger said.
Dorothea saw what he held in his other hand- a sack, the sort that would normally hold flour or rice. But she already knew what this one would contain.
“No! Don’t put me in there!” she screamed as the hand holding her plunged into the darkness of the bag. She was let go, falling forward into the sack as the light behind her was extinguished.
Dorothea went for the exit as soon as she could. But gravity changed direction, sending her tumbling to the back wall as the entire sack lifted. Her whole world seemed to move as it swayed around, denying her balance. She didn’t even notice that she had stopped shrinking as she battled against the toing and froing of her prison.
I’ve got to get out of here! The diminished diva resolved. Everything that had been on her person when she used the perfume had been downsized with her, the knife she carried included. She pulled out the blade and cut at the wall of the bag. Some of it frayed, but the sack was thick, requiring her to work harder. Yet she was not deterred, continuing to thin out the strands that held it together.
She heard a door opening and shutting seconds later. Then she was lifted, and a hard surface pressed on her from below, leaving her on her side. It seemed her kidnapper had reached his destination, and she was nowhere close to cutting a hole in the bag. So she quickly hid her knife, concealing it on her person before the bag could be opened.
The neck of the sack opened suddenly, and a huge hand reached in. Despite Dorothea’s attempts to avoid it, it easily snatched her up and dragged her out. But it wasn’t long before the hand let go of her. Not ready to be released so quickly, Dorothea fell forward, saving herself from a nasty fall with her arms.
Dorothea stood. She was now on top of a table, a desk just like her own. It was huge, but that was not what drew her attention. Rather, it was the fact that it was mostly empty, save for the bag that had transported her here and a journal to the side, like space had been made to contain her. In fact, the rest of the room was mostly barren, lacking the personal touches an occupant might bring to the quarters. She had to assume the room belonged to the massive man, sat in a chair right next to the table, that stared down at her.
Okay, I’ve been shrunk and abducted by this creep… Dorothea tried to collect herself. What the hell does he want with me?
She craned her neck up to look at his face. The expression he wore was not what she had expected. He was staring at her in awe, his mouth hanging slightly open, but there was fear mixed into his eyes too.
How could he possibly be afraid of me? She wondered. I’m so small now. He could do pretty much anything to me, and I wouldn’t have much hope of resisting.
Dorothea shuddered. She had to get out, and get away from this man. Once she was safe, she could find a way to restore her lost size. Standing a little under fifteen centimeters tall, there wasn’t much left of her. But what could she do? Was there any way of escaping this man, who was now staring at her in complete silence? Her instincts were telling her to run, to get away as quickly as possible, but she knew he could easily catch her. But what choice did she have?
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