The Crate Shrunk in an airport chapter 7 by Louka31

She drops both of you into a shoe-box size crate, closing it before you can see anyone. Some light comes in, and you notice a fabric bed, a piece of food, and a thimble for a toilet. You don’t have time to inspect any of these as the box starts to move.

“Add one more woman shrinkee to the order,” your captress states to someone you can’t see. “One less person to shrink before we get going.”

Someone carries the box and drops it harshly onto a pallet, causing your world to quake.

You turn to the woman, “Who are you, and what the fuck is happening?”

“We shrink people to sell on the black market. Very lucrative money.”

You are enraged at what she did to you and your current situation, but almost too angry to do anything but ask questions.

“Who do you sell shrunken people to?”

“Mostly to establishments around the world that cater to uhh tiny demands,” she states processing this herself. She never had to think about the operation from the perspective of the caged.

“Establishments?”

“Yeah, they rent out little people to use as toys.”

“Are you saying that we are going to one of these?”

“Well sometimes, rich individuals also order some shrinkees for their personal collections, but usually it’s to one these establishments.”

“You bitch,” you shout, jumping on top of her, but she seems to know some kind of martial arts and repels you back.