HGlock SM - Dark Secret.pdf (2025)

The morning sun glistened off the dewy leaves as Daniela stormed out of the house, fuming with rage. Her husband Ross had done it again - another young girl, another worthless fling to feed his sick perversions. This time had been the final straw.

Stalking back into the bedroom, Daniela found Ross snoring away, blissfully unaware of the tempest he had stirred. She glared at his form, clenched fists trembling with barely contained fury.

With a few muttered words in an ancient tongue, Daniela wove her magic. Ross suddenly convulsed, letting out a strangled yelp as he began shrinking down before her eyes. Within moments, he had been reduced to the size of a bug, his clothes and jewels tumbling around him in crumpled heaps.

Daniela roughly scooped up the tiny, now-trembling man. She marched out of the room, not sparing him a glance. Her steps ate up the distance to her oldest daughter Leah's bedroom. Without pause, Daniela tossed Ross onto the carpet and slammed the door shut behind him with a resounding bang.

Still wrapped in the hazy vestiges of sleep, Ross peered around in panic, taking in his new prison. The room was huge, towering shelves and looming furniture everywhere. Daniela's eldest daughter Leah's bed dominated one corner, the sheets still mussed from slumber.

Tiny Ross' eyes widened as he spotted a pair of dangerous looking high heels tossed carelessly by the door. Heart pounding, he scurried for cover, desperate to remain hidden. Time enough to plan his escape later. For now, survival was key.

Just as Ross reached the relative safety of shadowed baseboard, a floorboard creaked ominously. He froze, hardly daring to breathe. Slow footsteps approached from the hallway. The doorknob turned.

Leah stepped into the room, yawning and stretching. She was already dressed in tiny denim shorts and a midriff-baring top. Blond hair tousled, she padded across the carpet on bare feet towards the bed.

Ross gasped as she drew near. He was right by the clogs, and if she saw him... Heart in throat, he pressed himself flat to the floor, praying to remain unnoticed.

Leah plopped down on the bed and began rummaging through her overnight bag for her phone. Ross exhaled slowly as she remained distracted. The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed to dig through the tote bag on the floor.

Her search complete, Leah slid her feet into the waiting clogs and stood. The dark blue heels clicked ominously against the hardwood as she sauntered towards the door.

Ross sucked in a breath as a clog's rubber toe came to rest scant inches from his prone form. He was directly in Leah's path. If she took another step...

The girl paused, bending over to scoop up her scattered clothes and toss them in the hamper. The clog lid fluttered, revealing the dark, cavern-like interior of the shoe. Ross' blood ran cold. He knew that if Leah was to slip her foot into the shoe while he remained inside...

With a final, casual kick, Leah sent her dirty laundry tumbling into the hamper. She adjusted the strap on her clog and turned to exit the room. Her other foot began to lift..

As the first beads of panicked fear began to trickle down his face, Ross could only pray to whatever dark gods he had once scorned. Pray for a merciful end.

Because his wife's vengeance had only just begun...