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Damien had always been a ladies' man. At 44, he was still quite the catch - tall, dark and handsome, with a charming smile and a silver tongue that could talk the pants off of any woman. And that's exactly what he did. Damien had a string of girlfriends, each one more beautiful than the last. There was the busty blonde, the fiery redhead, the exotic Latina, and the sweet young thing. He played them expertly, juggling their affections and their beds. They each thought they were the only one, his soulmate, his future wife. What they didn't know was that Damien was a cheating, lying dog who used them all for his own pleasure and gain.

He had quite the racket going. Damien would spot a target, any pretty little thing would do. Then he'd pour on the charm, showering her with compliments and gifts. Before long, she'd be head over heels, giving herself to him completely. Her body, her heart, even her money. He took generous "loans" from each conquest, promising to pay them back, all the while planning his next tryst with a different dame.

Damien felt invincible, like he could have any woman he wanted, when and how he wanted her. He took risks, growing bolder, cockier, even as his web of lies grew more tangled. His 'girlfriends' started catching on, started comparing notes. Angry confrontations erupted but Damien always managed to talk his way out of trouble. The women hated him but they couldn't resist him. He had them wrapped around his finger.

Until Amelia. She was the youngest and the most naive of his lovers, just 26, her heart pure as driven snow. It took her a while to realize what the other women finally understood - that Damien was a snake of a man, a cheater and a user. By the time she figured it out, she was in deep. Pregnant with his child. He denied responsibility of course, cast her aside like garbage.

Amelia was devastated, her life shattered. But as the hurt faded, anger rose in its place. Fury and determination. She would make Damien pay for what he'd done to her, to all of them. Amelia spent her life savings, nearly $100,000, on a device she'd heard about on the black market. It was called a shrinker. One touch and it could miniaturize a person in an instant, down to the size of an insect. Amelia felt no guilt or hesitation. This would be her revenge.

Damien, complacent in his infamy, was caught by surprise when Amelia showed up at his mansion. She found him in the kitchen, surrounded by his bevy of beauties, his harem, all dressed to the nines for a night out. Damien drunk and leering, toying with their silicone tits, his hands dipping into their panties. Amelia stood tall, the shrinker hidden behind her back. She was a vision, her dark hair wild, her eyes flashing, her full breasts heaving. All eyes turned when she entered.

"Surprise," she said, her voice dripping with venom. Then she struck, aiming the device at Damien. The red beam hit him square in the chest. Amelia watched with grim satisfaction as he began to shrink, his harem screaming and scattering. 6 feet tall to 5 feet, 4 feet, 1 foot, and finally, Damien stood at only an inch, shrunken and terrified on the marble tile. His beauty queens looked on in shock as he shrank even further, until he was no bigger than a toy car, a doll, a bug. A snail.

Amelia left him there, shriveled and exposed, and walked away, leaving the door wide open. Let the world see what a pathetic worm he really was. She strutted out on shaky legs, her stomach roiling. The price of revenge was high indeed. Walking to her car, she didn't look back.

In the kitchen, bedlam reigned. The women argued and shrieked, screaming at the tiny Damien. He was beyond saving now, reduced to a minuscule snail, defenseless. Stuck and helpless, watching them discuss destroying him. "Let's crush him," the blonde sneered. "He's just a bug now, no one will miss him."

They taunted him, jabbing at him with manicured toes, trying to squash him. But it was an accident that finally did him in. Claudia, the BBW, tipsy and tipsy-toe on her orange heels, didn't see him. She stepped right on Damien, her stiletto heel impaling the tiny figure. He squelched and sputtered, his infinitesimal body crushed to nothing. Only a small red smear remained. His legacy, his comeuppance.

And so it ended, the tale of the cheating man and his karmic demise, crushed tiny and trod underheel. Felled by hubris and a woman's righteous vengeance. He had it coming, after all his sins. In the end, Damien was just another stain on the floor.