Purse of fate Shrunk in an airport chapter 10 by Louka31

"Good choice, tiny." The woman grins in satisfaction as she lovingly tousles your hair with a single blue nail polish-tipped finger. On instinct, you wince from her overly affectionate touch, and try to avoid making eye contact with those immense, unblinking, hungry eyes from above. With the way she's staring at you right now, you have a sinking feeling in your stomach that whatever she has planned for you, it won't be something that you can win. Most likely, she simply wants to toy with you until you run out of energy to resist. Maybe it would be better to give up now and spare yourself the humiliation...

No. Screw that noise. Even as you're shaking like a leaf on the inside, you resolve in that moment not to give up until the bitter end. No way are you going to just lie down without a fight and accept never seeing your loving family's faces again. Regardless of what this twisted woman's game is, you're going to put every ounce of strength you have into winning your freedom back. With that settled, you steel yourself, push her stroking finger aside, and boldly glare into your captress's eyes.

"All right, what's your challenge?" you demand in the most assertive voice you can manage.

Suppressing an urge to giggle at your adorably tiny show of confidence, she looks down at you in apparently deep thought. "Hmm, what to play, what to play..." After a few seconds, that awful grin spreads across her lips again. "Ah, that's perfect," she whispers.

Before you can speak a single word, you feel your entire body being nudged backwards by the woman's fingers. You are quickly pinned against a soft yet sturdy wall of leather. As you crane your neck to look behind you, the towering view of your captress's purse looms behind you like a three story building. Now that you're no longer frantically scrambling up the side, you're able to better take in the full view of the gigantic prison that had held you up until recently. With its pristine jet-black leather body and multiple gold zippered sections and pockets, the crossbody hobo bag is much like the rest of its owner's possessions: chic, feminine, and outrageously expensive, no doubt. You hope you'll never be trapped in such a humiliating place again.

"Listen up, cutie," she begins cheerfully, "I've got the perfect little game for you! We're going to have such a fun time together."

"W-what it is?" you ask again.

Sensing your apprehension, she smiles in mock sympathy. "Aww, don't be so scared! This should be a piece of cake for someone like you!"

"Wait, what's that supposed to m--" Before you can finish, the well-manicured index finger pinning you to the side of the purse suddenly pinches your torso against her thumb, hoisting you into the air. You want to scream, but just as quickly as you are carried upward, you're then dropped directly back down onto a smooth leather surface. After taking a moment to regain your bearings, your heart sinks as you see a very familiar set of black leather walls enclosing you from every direction. That, and the woman smirking down at you from the ceiling with her elegant, dainty facial features.

"Well don't you look adorable in there," she coos. "It's like you were made for carrying around in my purse!"

"S-shut up!" you scream back at her. You're not sure how much more of this sickly-sweet patronizing act you can take. "Just tell me what I have to do already!"

Giggling softly at your expense, she nonetheless clears her throat. "Well, tiny, like I was saying, this should be a pretty easy game for you. You had no problem climbing up my purse while I was rushing to reach my gate, so escaping from the inside onto my lap should be child's play!"

You pause for a moment. "Wait, that's it? I just need to climb out of your purse to win?"

"That's it!" she beams. "Oh, except for one little thing..." Turning her attention away from you for a few seconds, she soon returns with her oversized smartphone in hand. From your position at the bottom of the handbag, you can clearly see a timer app with the numbers 15:00 illuminated on the screen. "Just a little time limit to keep things interesting for us."

"Crap," you mutter to yourself. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.

"So," she continues, "you'll climb up the side, the clock will keep ticking down, and while it does..." From above, you hear a soft jangle followed by the unmistakable low metallic purr of a zipper very slowly closing. The light within the purse begins to gradually dim as the zipper moves from right to left, sealing the inside like a great maw. "...I'll be slowly, but surely, zipping you up inside."

You shudder at this sadistic psychological addition to the game. Without a doubt, it will be hard to concentrate on climbing while watching and listening to your only chance at freedom slowly slipping away above your head.

"Simple, right?" She fully unzips the purse, bathing you in light once more. "Reach the top within fifteen minutes, and you win your freedom! I'll call your family, hand you over to the flight attendants, whatever you like. No string attached! But, if you let time run out and end up getting zipped up tight..." She giggles, bringing her ruby-red lips directly into the purse and lowering her voice to a sinister, lustful whisper. "...my cute little pet will be staying safe and secure in its new home, for as long as I like."

You feel your blood run cold at your horrible potential fate being laid out so explicitly before you. She's out of her goddamn mind. Your palms begin to grow clammy at the terror of your situation, and you quickly try your best to wipe them dry on your pants. Crap... if my hands start slipping, I'll be screwed.

Withdrawing from the purse, the woman puts a finger to her chin. "Hmm, did I forget to mention anything? ...Ah, yes, one more thing!" She gestures to the interior of the purse, a tidy menagerie of various lipsticks, nail-polish bottles, packets of spearmint gum, cotton swabs, earbuds, and more sharing your space. "Anything in my purse is fair game to use during the game. If it looks like it'll help, feel free to try it!"

Doing your best to set aside your fears and think calmly about the situation, you begin assessing your options. However, there's very little time to strategize before your captress interrupts.

"Okay, I'm ready! Let's get started!" Without even checking to make sure you were prepared, she cheerily begins counting down. "3... 2... 1... go, tiny!" Her fingers grasp the purse's zipper, already dragging it agonizingly slowly toward your doom as the game begins.

With two gorgeous, piercing eyes staring down on you, a timer counting toward zero, and your window of escape shrinking slowly but steadily, it's time for the climb of your life.