Parte 1 - Introduction
The other day I sent a very short message to this board following my wife’s
instruction. After doing so and duly reporting it to her I've received further
orders to write somewhat more extensively about myself which, of course, means
also writing about her.
My name is Pril and my wife's is Onda. We are both 30 years of age and we've
been married for 5 years. As you can imagine, there is a fundamental difference
between us, namely, our respective sizes. I'm 12 inches tall, or 30 cm . if you prefer it that
way, whereas Onda is 5'7", or 1.70 m . I used to be 6 feet tall, but that was
what's starting to be long ago. When standing erect next to each other my
height is approximately half way through between the floor and Onda's knee. I'm
a sixth of what I was and, for me now, the whole world is six times bigger,
many times heavier, and infinitely different from what it used to be.
It all started 3 years ago when one morning I woke up from a long and restless
night to find myself in my present plight. I suppose I should tell you more
about what had been going on before that moment, but my wife has told me to
speak only about my new life, and what my wife tells me to do is -believe you
me- exactly what I do.
Ever since that day I've been going through what we call my "Educational
Process". I don't really know when this process is supposed to come to an
end, and I've very well learnt not to ask any more about it, but from the
minute the process started I've changed an awful lot. I've changed so much that
anyone who knew me then would find it very difficult if not impossible to
recognize me now. And by "me" I mean my personality, not only my
size.
The first thing I must tell you about my "new me" is my complete, full,
utter obedience to my wife. What she says is what I do; no matter what she says
and no matter how I do it. This is something that sometimes presents itself as
an impossibility, although she knows to an amazing degree what she can demand
from me and what she can't, sometimes surprising me with my own capabilities. I
remember once, long ago, I forgot to carry out one of her orders. When she came
back home and saw the thing undone, she just took a plastic pail from the
kitchen, filled it up with water and, without a word, grabbed me by my chest
and proceeded to sink me into it. God only knows how long she must have kept me
in there. She never took me up for a few seconds for me to catch breath, she
never questioned me or shouted at me or made a fuss about it. She just held me
tightly in there until I felt my whole little body was going to explode. I
shook frantically, I tried to free myself from her mighty hand by hitting it,
by trying and bite it, by kicking like mad into the dense water, but to
absolutely no avail. Somewhere along my fight, ridiculous as it seems, I found
a split of a second to understand that she was doing it because of my
negligence and disobedience. I must have been half-dead by the time she pulled
me out of the water. All I remember is that she was sitting on a small stool
and that her legs were crossed. Do you understand what I'm talking about? My
life was about to expire at the hands of a woman who could have decided whether
to send me to the other world or not while her legs were crossed.
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário