Violet itched at her arm. “So what about the other kids?”

”The others?” The Minimiser said. With a snap of her fingers, Violet shuddered, and felt the world expanding outwards again. Back to tiny, just like that…

 “Well, they weren’t chosen, so they’ll just get sold off, probably.” The Minimiser shrugged. “Might keep a couple more if I get bored, eheh…”

”Sold??” Violet gasped. “You mean you’re kidnapping kids and selling them to creeps? That’s so wrong!”

”You flatter me,” The Minimiser put a hand on her chest. “Mama always said to make the most of what you have, and what I have is the ability to shrink stuff. So you bet I’m makin’ a living from it. C’mon, I’ll show ya!”

”Show… me?” Violet frowned, before she was effortlessly lifted from the bed. The Minimiser’s hand cushioned around her waist as she was carried through endless corridors like luggage, she could spy a peppering of what looked horribly like jail cells down many of them, all just a few inches tall and stacked up along the walls like a terrifying beehive.

”Those who don’t get chosen get to stay in here ‘til we find a buyer.” The Minimiser explained, clearly noticing her stares. “I’ll usually keep two to a cell, but if things get cramped I can squeeze in a few more. Just make ‘em smaller, huh?”

”Oh gods…” Violet gulped. This was way worse than she first expected. There must’ve been hundreds, if not thousands, of people held prisoner in this dungeon, all under her control. And then they were going to be sold into weird servitude?

Something sickly gurgled in Violet’s throat. It was too awful to think about.

But then things got worse as The Minimiser unlocked a door - complete with hand and voice scanners - into a tiny little room with another massive bed and a computer…?

”You just sit here and look cute, little one.” The Minimiser dropped her onto the bed, and swivelled into an office chair before the computer. “After all, you’re gonna learn the ropes today!”

As The Minimiser’s computer beeped and whirred into life, Violet had little choice but to look around. Massive curving windows scaped the ceiling, with strong looking iron bars to deter escapees. There was daylight creeping through, though. Could she establish a location from there?

The door to the room was left wide open. Despite all the security measures. Was she overconfident, stupid, or just naive enough to think that Violet wouldn’t try something?

In any case, her computer had chugged into life, and now she was… talking to it?

”Good afternoon everyone, and welcome to TinyBuy!” She bowed at the screen. “As you’ll know, I’m The Minimiser, and we’ve got a lot of Tinies for you today!  With me is my little assistant, who’s learning how things work down here! What’s your name, sweetie…?”

The Minimiser swivelled away, showing Violet a screen of several grainy faces. Other perverted weirdos, obviously interested in The Minimiser’s ‘wares’?

Excitement peaked at the sight of her, and several jingling noises ricocheted from the screen.

”Ohoh, I’m afraid this one’s not for sale!” The Minimiser giggled, planting an obnoxious kiss against Violet’s face. “She’s all mine, and her name is…?”

Violet creased at the question. Again. She couldn’t give her real name, could she? Someone this tech savvy probably had access to a supers database or whatever. But whose fake name could she use? She only had a few seconds before it was too obvious, so…

”K-Kari,” she gulped, hoping her face looked convincing enough. “Kari… (‘what the fuck was her last name?!’) M… McKeen!”

”Kari, everyone!” The Minimiser announced. “Strange. Expected something more goth…y. Anyway, we’re gonna have a little fun together later, got it?”

More cheers and jingles erupted from the computer, with a massive ‘PLAYTIME!!!’ bursting from one of the screens, and The Minimiser just giggled at their celebrations.

”Oh, behave,” she wafted a hand at them. “Playtime comes later, remember? Before that, we need to break in the new batch! Kari my dear…?” She batted her eyelashes.

”…yeah?” Violet grimaced.

”Be a lamb, and fetch the new kids from Holding Cell B? Can I trust you to do that?”

She dug a key out of her boobs, which was of course massive when she handed it over to Violet. “Down the hall and first on the right. You can’t miss it!”

Violet weighed the key in both hands. She’d just been handed a lot of responsibility - and trust - all at once.

The Minimiser patted her gently on the head, and returned her attention to the computer. What was Violet to do?