"Victory sure is sweet," the man leered, running a finger along the curve of Camilla's hips. Her glare intensified, an attempt at intimidating the man. Either he was too stupid to notice, or she was too small to make much of an impact on him. She shuddered as the giant digit stroked her body, the man beyond repulsive. In her head, she pictured herself butchering the man many times over, but every time she was her normal size. How could she kill him when shrunk down like this, she wondered?
Perhaps I could stab a sewing needle into his jugular? Or maybe I could dive down his throat with a sharp object? Her fantasies were interrupted when the pad of his finger was pressed into her breast. She yelped in surprise at the sensation, her hatred deepening further.
"She's still pretty big, even though she's so small!" the man joked. Writhing in his hand, Camilla burned with rage at his mockery. Without a shrinking spell and some string, he would never get his hands on a woman like her. The indignation of being the prize of this pig of a man was too much for her to bear. She willed herself to grow bigger, so that she could kill this man where he stood, but she was stranded at her diminished size. She could only shiver as her tiny form was felt once again.
"I think I'll take you somewhere private," the man leered, admiring his prize. He stood up and stuffed the bound, tiny Camilla in his pocket.
"Where do you think you're going?" the mercenary spoke up, "you're on guard duty, remember?"
"It's fine," the ninja interjected, "he won't be long."
"Back before you know it!" the man laughed, heading towards the door.
"Why did you..." the mercenary began, but the ninja interjected.
"Do you really want to watch any more of that?"
Camilla yelped as the brute shoved her into his pocket. Tumbling into the dark, the first thing she noticed was the smell. Had he kept rotten meat in here? She had gotten to know this vile man far too well for her liking already. The smell was very strong since she'd been pushed in face first. She needed to get out, as quickly as possible. But she couldn't move, the string around her limbs was too tight.
Confined to the pocket of a mere grunt and tied up, Camilla couldn't escape. Perhaps if she could move, she might be able to get out. Though the ninja had nimble fingers, her small size likely meant there were imperfections in his work. She might be able to get free, if only the string was a bit looser...
That was when Camilla remembered she did have a way of making her bonds looser. All she needed to do was think of her darling Corrin, and she would shrink out of the string! She felt a bit giddy at the thought, unsure if it was because of her reasoning or the fact she was thinking of Corrin again. She couldn't shrink too far; she didn't have much height left before she might vanish. She tugged at the ropes while thinking of Corrin, determined to minimize her shrinkage to only what was absolutely necessary.
Suddenly her hand was free. Camilla distracted herself from thoughts of Corrin by focusing on her escape. Pulling the other hand free, she was able to right herself by pulling at the shorts of her giant tormentor. She made short work of the rope around her legs.
Unbound, Camilla now had to escape the pocket. Her situation was so ridiculous as to be amusing. She never thought mere shorts would prove to be such a huge obstacle for her. Camilla climbed out of the pocket, heading towards the light. Her head emerging, she took a deep breath of air.
At least I don't have to smell that any longer. She thought. Peering out of the pocket, she recognized her surroundings as the carpeted hall she was in before her capture. She realized the man was heading downstairs. She had to act now, lest she be stranded at the bottom of the giant steps. Pulling the rest of her body free from the darkness, she perched precariously on the edge of the pocket. Swallowing her fear she jumped. She landed on the carpet, the material muffling the thud she made when she landed.
Though her side was sore from the landing, she was free! Camilla glanced towards the man, seeing him begin to descend the stairs. She smiled as she saw she was undetected. But she likely would not have long before he noticed she was missing, and a search for her began. Fortunately she was small enough to hide. Even smaller now, given her escape strategy. Her black dress was hanging off her shoulder a bit, a side-effect of her further shrinkage. She wasn't sure how big she was now, but she had downsized significantly. Knowing speculating was pointless, she put these thoughts aside and ran for her next destination.
Knowing the key wasn't in the previous room, Camilla headed for the next one along. As she passed the open door, she could hear the two men talking. She slowed down slightly, praying she wouldn't be seen.
"I can't believe he won," the ninja said.
"Why did you allow us to have a game over her?" the mercenary asked, "you caught the tiny princess. Nobody would have objected if you kept her."
"I wanted the thrill of the game," the ninja explained, "besides, he was the one who spotted her in the first place."
"What would you have done with her if you won?"
"Turned her over to the boss," the ninja responded, "it would be nice having a tiny woman, but money is more important."
"I agree with you there," the mercenary sighed.
Camilla was incensed at their exchange, though she couldn't risk showing it. How dare they discuss her like she was a mere possession! The humiliation still very fresh, she thought she'd have nightmares about her ordeal for the rest of her life. The only way to stop them would be to get payback, she decided. Successfully sneaking to the other side, she headed towards the next door along.
She shuffled under the door, which was significantly easier for the princess now that she was even smaller. Unfortunately she could see little inside the room, only the drawn curtains lit by outside light. Though the key may be in this room, she wouldn't be able to find it without light of some sort. Shuffling back out, she headed for the next room.
In mere moments, Camilla made it under the next door. She found herself in a storeroom, various supplies strewn around.
