I lay in a petrified heap, completely
unsure what to do, when a dark shadow
fell over me, and the building-sized Doug
reached down . . .
I was caught up in his hand; the wind
whistled in my ears as I whooshed up. It
was all like some evil, surreal dream.
Suddenly here I was spread out across
the palm of the man who hated me most
in the world. Above, his gloating face filled
the sky. His blue eyes pinned me into
place . . . as if there was anyplace to go.
"Well," he boomed. "It looks like you're out
of the picture. Funny . . . you don't look like
anything special. I wonder why Danny
preferred you. I guess it doesn't matter
now."
I finally found the strength to shout up at
him. "What did you do to me?"
He snorted. "I shrank you, of course.
You're eight inches tall now. How does it
feel?"
"You better grow me back right now!"
He laughed, looking suddenly like a giant,
blue-eyed clown. "I don't know about that!
I'd like to see the choice Danny makes
now that you're only the size of my dick."
"You leave Danny out of this!" I screamed.
The situation was suddenly beginning to
home, and I was beginning to panic. This
lunatic was serious. If he could do this to
me with all these people around, what
else was he capable of?
"I don't think so. Isn't this all about Danny,
after all? He can either pick me or join you
down there."
Oh hell. Now what!