Scott looked up and saw an unknown female face. The giantess, from his point of view, was smiling. "Well, what do we have here?" He looked around, and his neck muscles screamed in protest and Scott's head hammered from when he had hit his head. But then he saw a giant hand with a very expensive manicure come towards me. "Thank you so much for bringing me this toy."

Scott looked around as he sat up, and there was two large male type figures. He couldn't really tell how old they were because they were so much bigger than he was, they weren't that young, and their hair was dark, so they weren't very old, but other than that he couldn't tell.

"Do you have the plane tickets all set? We need to leave tonight before anything else happens."

Scott realized what she was saying and he spoke as loud as my lungs would allow, "WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?"

"Oh, my sweet little toy, we are going to England where you will make us lots of money my little man. I just inherited a miniature village in the English countryside, and with you on display it is just the thing to bring the tourists back, my little borrower." At that explanation, Scott attempted to get up and run, but he never even had a chance. It turned out that the velvet that he was on was in fact a bag like the ones that they put jewelry in.

The woman, who went by the name of Maggie, tied the bag tight and then put the bag around her neck and under her shirt. Scott didn't have any idea what was happening, all he felt was being lifted and shaken inside a bag and then being held against a warm surface. He knew at that moment that his life would never be the same. It was very unlikely that he would ever find his way home unless he miraculously started growing back to his original size. At six inches tall he had no way of fighting back.

Scott spent the next 10 hours under Maggie's shirt as she smuggled her walking money bank, as she thought of him, from California to England. By the time they reached the miniature village in England Scott was extremely dehydrated and very hungry. He also smelled, but that was the worst of his problems.

He didn't even get a change to look around to see where he was. Maggie had called him her little toy and that was definitely how she saw him. She had taken him out into the light, which blinded him until he got used to it again, and then nearly drowned him by putting him in what, to him, seemed like a very large bath tub, but she had grabbed a bowl and filled it with soupy water.

Wanting her star to be clean and to smell good, she, without asking, took off his shirt and pants, and there wasn't much he could do about it except to go along with it so that she didn't tear off his limbs.

After Scott was naked, she had him in the bowl with water that went up to his hips, but the soup engulfed him to his shoulders. She dunked him suddenly and then was washing him with a cloth, that was surprisingly soft. When it seemed to her that she was satisfied with his cleanliness, he was then dunked into water with no soup in, and then dried off with a huge towel, to Scott at least, it was a washcloth to Maggie.

Wrapped in the towel, which covered him from head to toe, she started walking out of the room and then into another room, which when Scott got a good look was a bedroom. She placed him on the dresser, and he looked to see a set of clothing his size laying out next to him. "Had it made specially, just for you, and there are more clothing in your new house."

He got dressed quickly, simply because he was feeling a little cold and self-conscious standing in front of her naked. The only person to have seen him naked since he was a little kid was his wife. He wasn't going to dwell on that though. He had stopped shrinking, but he was never going to be back to his original size. His wife could move on with her life, and this woman didn't seem to want to harm him, even if she did treat him like a doll: washing, drying, and dressing him in suits. God, he hadn't warn one since he had left work when he had been down to 3 feet and had been unable to see over his desk.

When he was finished, she did it again: picked him up and moved on. This time she left him sitting on her open hand with her forefinger and thumb loosely raped around him. He held on to them though instinct of not wanting to fall. Looking up at the women who had taken it upon herself to take care of him. She didn't look that bad, although he wasn't that good a judge lately with his vantage point. She had brown hair that was very curly. Pale white skin, and red nails. He thought that if he were his regular size he might have considered her attractive.

Apparently they had gotten to his 'new house.' The 1st floor and the stairs were made of wood, the rest from the wall, to the roof and the upstairs floor were made of glass. Now he realized what she had meant by her 'little money maker' she meant to have people pay to see him, and he had to live like that with giants always starring at him. No wonder she had taken such good care of him, he was her income.

She opened the roof, "Now Scott, here you go…" She placed him in the top floor, "You're home. The house has plumbing, from the bathroom to all the sinks. The refrigerator and stove don't work, but I will give you all your food."

At that she placed, to him, a gigantic plate that had a piece of bread, a piece of cheese, and a thumb needle of milk. He started eating immediately out of hunger not thinking about how it made him look, but afterwards he realized the truth… his very existence now lay in the hands of this woman who had stolen him. It was hard for him to think that word, stolen, like he was owned by his wife. But it was true. He wasn't a man anymore he was a prisoner in his own world, but it wasn't his world anymore.

While his world used to be his wife, child, and his job, now his world consisted of this strange woman named Maggie, and a dollhouse where he would be put on display. He had to find a way to get out of this gilded prison and get word to his wife, let her know where he was, so that she could save him Lou, the mother of his child, was his only hope, and he almost felt like giving up.

To Be Continued…