Back-Alley Deal Shrunk in an airport chapter 11 by Louka31

“Here’s the little fella,” Zoey states, facing you but to someone in front of her. You turn around and see a woman standing in an alley somewhere.

She snatches you from her palm and dangles you close to her face for inspection. You try to get a good look at her, but she’s too busy flipping you back and forth and poking and prodding your limbs to really see her. You gasp in shock not sure what’s she going to pinch next.

“Please you have to help me!” you call out.

“He’ll do,” she responds to Zoey, ignoring you. She reaches into your pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, thicker to you. Zoey thumbs through it for a second and smiles satisfied.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she calls as she turns around. “Maybe I’ll catch you on the flight back, if I find any other helpless tinies for you to err provide housing assistance for.”

With that, she goes. Your new captress palms you before you can say or ask anything and plops you in a set of dark fabric. You are at her mercy.

Where does she sell you?