Description:

Emma lives in constant fear of her husband Dan—the punches, the control, the isolation. After one more beating leaves her bruised and broken, she discovers a way to reverse the power forever. Armed with a shrinking device, the once-helpless wife takes control of the man who hurt her and makes him experience every bit of helplessness he forced on her. Dark, intense, and unapologetically vengeful, this is a story of abuse turned into absolute size domination.

(shrinking, revenge, domestic abuse, non-con, foot play, humiliation, extreme size)

Excerpt:

Emma sat in the corner of the shower, sobbing quietly so that Dan wouldn’t hear her through the wall. Crying was stupid. Everything was stupid, at least in his eyes where she was concerned. She’d already had one shower today and it wasn’t even noon. That’s how it was on the days when she played the role of his punching bag. This was the closest she could come to being alone. And after he touched her . . .

She needed to be clean.

Her legs were wobbly when she stepped out of the shower and onto the linoleum floor. At least there wasn’t blood running down her leg—that had been the case a few weeks ago when the beating turned into sex; she refused to call it a rape because people like her didn’t get raped. And people like Dan didn’t do that. Still, she had plenty of blood on her face when she wiped the mist from the mirror.

This all started over a damned sandwich. He’d come in from mowing the grass and ‘thought’ he’d asked her to make him something to eat, to which she retaliated and assured him that he had not. Dan was full of pride—high school star linebacker, college magna cum laude, work VIP—he had everything he wanted and needed, except, apparently, an obedient and subservient wife.

She did her makeup as best she could—she was meeting Angela for coffee, but Dan didn’t know that. To Dan, she was going grocery shopping because he’d run out of his favorite cereal and that was somehow Emma’s fault. Whatever. She didn’t care. But she did care about getting out and Angela was her only friend, something Dan would never allow. If Emma’s attention was no longer on Dan, it obviously meant she didn’t love him or was cheating on him.

Her face was a mess. He’d really done a number on it this time. Anytime she got the dizzy spells she knew it had been an awful shot to the head. And anytime she peed blood, she knew it was an awful shot to the back. Right now, she was experiencing both. She could hide the limp—he’d pushed her down and she’d twisted her ankle. This was before he punched her in the stomach and once in the kidney for good measure. Her face would take a little work. She’d burst her lip and a purple blotch was forming above her left eye.

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14,871 words

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