You had nothing left. Bills were piling up. Your fridge was empty, your bank account worse. So when you saw that ad —
"100,000 euros guaranteed, experimental test, no experience needed, money paid regardless of outcome" —
you didn’t think twice. You clicked. You signed. A long contract, full of dense legal terms, but you didn’t read it. You were too desperate.
They said the experiment was about shrinking.
Shrinking you.
From 1.80 meters to a few centimeters.
You laughed. That couldn’t be real. Science fiction, maybe. But hey, 100,000 euros is 100,000 euros.
And now… here you are.
The woman who greeted you at the lab was stunning. Way too beautiful for such a cold, sterile place. Her voice was soft, comforting. She told you to relax, that it would be quick. Just a little injection.
Then, darkness.
You wake up confused. Disoriented. Everything around you is huge. Metal bars rise around you like towers. You realize, slowly and with horror:
You’re in a cage.
And you’re not alone.
Dozens of other tiny men are stirring, waking up in cages just like yours. Panic spreads in whispers and silent gasps. Then a door slides open with a mechanical hiss, and a woman in a white lab coat walks in. Her eyes are sharp. Cold. Clinical.
— "Welcome," she says. "According to the contract you all signed, you have relinquished your rights as individuals. You are now the property of this laboratory."
You feel your stomach drop. You try to speak, but your voice doesn’t come out.
— "You will be sorted for various purposes. Medical research, pharmaceutical testing, physical endurance trials. Some of you will be sold to universities or scientific institutions."
Your heart pounds faster. You grip the bars of your cage.
— "And others," she continues, almost with a smirk, "will be transferred to private clients. Some seek living toys. Foot slaves. Pets. And a select few… are purchased for culinary purposes."
You feel sick. You’re shaking. You want to scream, to beg, to undo everything.
But it’s too late.
— "Rest well," she finishes. "Testing begins tomorrow."
The lights shut off. You’re left in complete darkness.
But there’s no rest.
Your mind races.
You think about your old life. Your bed. Your freedom. The 100,000 euros you’ll never see.
And the nightmare waiting for you when morning comes.
Morning came and the door to your cage opened, a woman wearing goggles and latex gloves grabbed you in her hand, tightening her fingers around you, she took you...
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