She tried. She resisted — but only for a moment. She was tiny. She needed this. Needed him. Had to repay her debts. Had to survive as a shrunken woman in a big, unfriendly world. What was she supposed to do?

He was the man she loved, once, and the man she turned her back on. That was a mistake. It was stupid to think she'd never have to pay for it.

With a slight thud, she went on her knees.

“There you are. Little Diane crawling back to me. I knew it would happen, believe it or not, I just knew it.”

He chuckled.

“Just like old times.”

Another toothy grin.

“I bet you missed that too, didn’t you?”

He rocked his feet side to side, from her position she could hear the expensive leather creak. The shoes probably cost more than she had to her name these days.

“So, perhaps, shrinking is fate for you,” he mused, scratching his smooth, chiseled chin. She’d almost forgotten how attractive he was. “Since it made you come back. Small, like this… Face down.”

She leaned forward, planted her face onto the tabletop, instinctively raising her ass higher.

The silence was longer this time around.

“If you prove it to me you’re still worth having around, I’ll give you a made-up job and you’ll be able to start paying stuff off,” he said. “So, Diane, if you want to be my little pet bitch, you can crawl your way to my shoes and lick my soles clean while apologizing for being so fucking worthless. Impress me, and I might even let you see my cock again. Otherwise, I can call for someone to take you out right now.”