"NO, I WOULD NEVER WANT TO- arghh" Timmy's fiery reply, and his desire to rebel against Vicky after a long time of abuse was cut short by her hand, as she tightened her grip enough to cut out the air of his body. Vicky just laughed and softened her grasp on him again but as Timmy recovered his breath and felt the pain on his ribs he also felt something else. He felt the previous rage he felt completely gone, the promise he made to himself quickly discarded and replaced by a new feeling. Fear.
"You were saying? I will ask again. Are you going to submit and be my slave?" Vicky said with a giddy expression on her face because she also sensed something changed. She could see it on his face, and she absolutely loved it. Did she really break his resistance simply squeezing him a bit? It was too easy!
Timmy was too lost with his own thoughts to answer the question, dealing with the fact that all the fire inside him from earlier was nothing but a tiny flame she easily extinguished with her hand, could she also do the same with his life? He knew what he said earlier was true, the last thing he wanted was having the "honor" of becoming Vicky's slave but what choice did he have? Should he give in until he got a chance to hide again or to restore his size at least?
"Answer me twerp, you're pissing me off" Vicky said and squeezed again, breaking Timmy's train of thoughts and making him focus again on her. It was strange, she didn't look pissed off at all.
"N-no.. y-you wouldn't kill me.. Mom would find out" Timmy stammered, doing his best to remain defiant or at least to resist submitting to her.
"Why not? No one knows you shrunk right?" Vicky grinned knowing she was right, she could see it on his face. Timmy was too scared to think about lying, all he had was hope that his mother would find out about the device somehow and could rescue him.
"If you keep refusing to be my slave I will do it, you know it will be easy. Nobody would find out, it's not like they-" Vicky suddenly remembered about the shrinking device rumour and new ideas started to appear in her head "you have the device here, don't you?"
"I um.. I don't- arghh" Another squeeze left him gasping for air.
"Don't lie to me twerp! Oh, this day is getting better and better" Vicky smiled with delight at the idea of having the shrinking device to herself. Making Timmy a slave and torturing his tiny body was already a dream, but being able to control his size however she wanted? That was just on another level. Timmy remained quiet, taking advantage of Vicky now getting lost on her own thoughts for a bit.
"Now where were we?" She grinned at the tiny Timmy in her hand, wondering if she should search for the device first or just start torturing him to break the little resistance he still seemed to have.
What happens next?