The inside of the drawer has a serene feel to it. The smell of wood mixed with fabric softener is oddly nostalgic, with the perfect darkness broken by a few rays slithering their way inside through the cracks. It is very quiet in here, with only the sound of the slave's footsteps against the wood breaking this stillness. Around you, the panties are laid out like blankets, inviting you to settle down and rest wherever you wish. 

No time for this now. Instead, you pace your way around the new prison your sister has prepared for you, trying to find any cracks through which you could escape. There is a place where two pieces of wood connect, but there is no way that you could pry it open alone. 

Just as you are about to settle down and think about your course of action, you notice the other servants meticulously folding the colorful parachute-sized pieces of fabric into neat piles. You stop yourself, instead settling down on an unfolded pair of striped pink-white panties tucked into the corner. After all, messing with their work just doesn't seem fair. 

You rub your cheek against the soft fabric, enjoying this moment of peace. As you are about to drift off into slumber, you are woken up by a loud snoring. There is a tiny resting on the other side of your sister's panties. Standing up, you poke him gently with your foot, seeing the man immediately spring up into an upright position. 

"I wasn't sleeping!" The man objects to non-existence charges, turning toward you and wiping the drool off his face. He looks unremarkable, with short black hair and greyish eyes. Seeing that it's just you instead of a more dedicated slave or - heaven forbid - Kate relaxes him, the guy slumps back onto the bedding he has prepared for himself.

"Hey...my name is-" Before you could even finish your sentence, the man shushes you. 

"Listen, buddy, I am not into the whole slave play, but we are not at a point where we should be calling each other by names." He explains, putting you at ease knowing that this new friend of yours also wishes to escape Kate's grasp.

"Why's that?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Because for all I know, you are going to get squished in the next few hours." His lack of fear or concern really drills into you how commonplace death is here and how passively it is accepted as just a part of life. "Tinies die, and more come to replace them. No point in getting attached. Just call me 111 and I will call you 361, alright?"

You pause for a moment, allowing all this to settle in. It seemed to have worked with 910. For all you know, she's dead - destined to be digested by your sister. But seeing how fast you've moved past it, maybe calling each other by numbers is really the only way to keep your sanity here.

"Alright. I am 361." Your words are slow, with your mind taking pauses before speaking. "I am looking to escape from here."

"Escape?" This seems to have piqued his interest, with 111's voice having life for the first time since you've rudely awoken him from his nap. "You've got a plan?"

"It's more of an idea than a plan, but there is a place we could try forcing open."

"Well, I'll be damned." 111 stands up, dusting himself off. "Looks like you really aren't like the rest of the losers and fanatics here. Consider me a willing accomplice." He says with a smile. Extending his hand, you don't hesitate to shake it. This is the first semi-normal human interaction you've had since shrinking. 

Even working together, it takes you a while to force the crack open. After it is finally stretched to the point that the two of you could comfortably slide through it and onto the desk's surface, 111 and you decide to take a short break. You wipe your sweat-covered body against Kate's panties like huge towels. 

"So." 111 squeezed out between deep breaths. "What now?"

Thinking about it, there are several avenues you can take. Getting Kate's attention has proven useless, but you could still try getting access to her phone in order to grow yourself back to normal. You're pretty sure that you are able to remember the 4-number passcode she uses. 

Alternatively, you could get in contact with either member of your family. They are less likely to mistake you for a slave, but more likely to mistake you for a bug. That being said, there is no way that either of them will allow anything bad to happen to you. Chloé, your younger sister, is probably in her room next door to Kate's, and your mother will return from work soon.

There is also the long road: getting out of the house and finding some stranger to help. It will require more walking, but you will at least be able to leave this place.