Morgan's frail body went sailing through the air, not knowing where she would end up. She hoped it was somewhere soft, like pillow or a couch cushion, so that she could somehow escape the house and get someone to help her.

And another part of her wished she would just smash against a wall, her body exploding upon impact, sending blood and internal organs flying, so she's be spared from any more torture her family might decide to inflict on her.

Fortunately, it was the former, as Morgan came crashing down on a pile of her son's dirty clothes. Morgan felt her dizziness stop as the smelly shirt she was lying on collapsed in around her, filling her nostrils with the putrid smell of her son's sweaty garments.

She didn't know ho small she was now and she didn't care; all she cared about was getting as fa away from Hannah and Stephanie as she possibly could.

Morgan tried to stand up, but because she had gone without any real food for weeks her body was very frail now. She managed to take a few steps, before teetering back and forth on her weakened legs. She eventually collapsed, falling backwards, her tiny, and for the record, half-inch-tall body, sliding down the mountainous pile of clothes, before settling near the cuff of her son's pants.

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Several hours have passed. Morgan was surrounded in near darkness. She guessed it was probably close to midnight or so by now. She raised up on her weakened legs, the stick-thin extremities shaking as she did so. Morgan managed to slide down the rest of the pile of clothes and land on the floor. A small lamp burned above her on a small table, giving her the ability to walk around without stumbling blindly in the dark.

She walked around towards the front of the pile to survey just where exactly she was, her body aching as she moved. It seemed the shrunken woman was in the dining room, since a set of chairs and a massive table rose before her like a series of skyscrapers.

Morgan spotted something on the ground about 100 feet away. She limped towards it, wondering what it was. As she got halfway there, she discovered it was a tiny crumb from someone's sandwich. She didn't know how long it had laid there; all she knew was that it was real food, something she had been without for a long time.

Morgan ran as fast as she could the rest of the way, ignoring her sore legs as she ran. The tiny woman approached the crumb and stopped. The piece of bread was nearly as tall as she was. She dove head first into the stale bread, happy to get any nourishment inside her body.

Morgan sat on the ground, greedily devouring as much as her stomach could hold. When she was satisfied, she leaned back against the remainder of the bread, her head resting against the hard surface.

Morgan laid there for quite a long time, pleased that there wasn't anyone around to torture her or starve her for days on end. No, this was the most peaceful she had felt in weeks.

A few minutes later, the peace was broken by a distant thudding coming from upstairs. Morgan began to panic, as the footsteps started to descend the stairs.

The tiny woman ran as fast as she could to safety, but the pile of clothes she had laid on hours earlier were far away. Morgan stopped, trying to figure out where she could go. The footsteps were getting closer; she could feel the vibrations in the next room.

In a panic, she started running towards the clothes again, but knowing she would never make it in time.

A few moments later, the overhead light flicked on and Morgan froze in her tracks. She looked up and saw that the person had spotted her. The person was...