My way to freedom - Chapter 2

Interesting fact about being in a coma: you can sometimes still hear what is going on in the real outside world while you’re profoundly out. I don’t know how long I was out tho, but long enough for things to happen in ways that I was not suspecting. As a matter of fact, when I actually woke up, first thing that struck me is that I wasn’t 1 inch tall anymore. I was about 3 inches tall, maybe 4. This was easy to calculate since I was in one of Ava’s sneakers. The space of the cavity was different, the textures of the insole, the smell, all was a bit off, and that’s how I actually noticed my size change.

Now this may sound a bit too hopeful but yeah, I actually got some hope that after all, I -could- get back to normal size. That meant Ava had lied to me all those years and that there was a possibility for me to get my freedom back. I just had to figure out how to get there.

I didn’t get to think very long as Ava was just there outside and peeked inside the shoe and found out I was actually awake.

“Finally!” she said with her booming voice. She reached into the shoe and grabbed me to pull me out of it. It was impressive to be in my girlfriend’s hand and clenched fist at this new bigger size. “Hi.” She said, looking at me, beautiful as ever, yet evil as ever. She was sitting on the couch.

“You lied to me, I can grow back…..”

“Shut up!” she cut me, her voice ringing in my head. “I only grew you a bit so your tongue could be made useful.” She said lowered me on the floor of her apartment’s living room. I noticed she was barefoot and she was taking a break from whatever she was doing. She placed me on the floor and immediately lowered her big bare sole over me, pinning me down on my back under her soft skinned soles and surrounding me with her usual foot smell. “Now, lick my feet clean.”

I was astonished. I barely had time to puzzle the pieces together that I was ordered to actually lick her feet. I decided not to make her more angry than she actually was and started licking the sole above my face. It was dirty and smelly, dry sweat on soft gently wrinkled skin. I was used to this, however, being at that new bigger size made things a bit different.

“From now on, you’ll lick all my shoes clean, inside out. You’ll lick my socks, and my feet too, all the time. Is that clear?” she said above me. I didn’t answer to that, I just did what I was told, trying to focus my mind on plans to escape. Ava pressed down on me. It actually hurt a bit more than I thought it would. Her massive bare foot pressed down on me, threatening to crush me. I realized that my body wasn’t as durable as it was when I was smaller. That meant even being bigger didn’t mean I was more safe. “If you disobey me, I’ll trample you. Like this.” She said, suddenly, she stood up. Air got swooshed out of my lungs and my whole body got engulfed under her foot, pressed down, compacted and crushed. I had a hard time breathing, I felt my ribcage crack. I suddenly got scared as Ava pressed down even more, putting some more weight on me. I thought that it was all she had but no, she balanced even more of her weight down on my body. I was suffocating, the pain was extreme.

Then it stopped. She removed her foot from my tiny body and looked down at me with an evil face, brows frowned, stern and serious. “Do you understand or do I need to make this more clear?” I couldn’t say anything. I was literally stunned. Seeing stars. “James, I think you need to understand that breaking my heart was a really bad idea. You’ll never find anyone who will ever love you anything close to how much I love you. I’m doing this to teach you a lesson. You should love me James. And you will.” She said.

“You… can’t… force… love…Ava…” I said, struggling to make the words loud enough. But she heard me. She crossed her arms and looked down at me with disgust.

“I think you didn’t understand.” She said, lifting her bare foot above me again. She lowered down on me then stopped. She suddenly changed her mind and walked a few steps away from me. Her towering body came back, this time she was holding a pair of chunky loafers. She sat down on the couch and put the loafers on barefoot. I knew those shoes, she wore them a lot, I’ve been inside them a lot, but she was now threatening to crush me under them. She stood up and placed her both feet each side of me, looking down menacingly. “Maybe this will show you.” She said, hovering her huge black shoe over me. I had a split second to think and wonder why she thought torturing me would ever make me love her. She was definitely crazy. But I didn’t have time to think more, she lowered her shoe on me, the hard treaded sole pressing down on my frail 4 inches body and adding more weight on me. I screamed in pain, as hard as I could, like if it would actually help. Pressure only got more intolerable. I thought I was actually going to die. She stepped down even harder and I felt my eyes would pop out of my skull, I felt like my ribcage would cave in, that my muscles and bones would be crushed to pulp. And just when I thought it was over, Ava put on more weight. It lasted an eternity. Minutes, maybe. She didn’t stop. She stood there on me just like that, without even caring if I would die or not. I swear I could hear her phone ringing. She actually answered and started talking to whoever was calling her. I think it was her mom. But she didn’t give me a single second of a break. I was about to pass out.

Then she removed her foot from me. I couldn’t see her, I was seeing stars. Then her other foot came crashing down on me and pressed down. She twisted her foot on me, like if I was a cigarette. She then topped, stepped back, talked on the phone, looked down at me, crushed me some more. She was actually playing with my body under her shoe soles. I couldn’t really focus on what she was saying, but I caught something. “….yeah it worked….he’s here….uh? no…under my shoes….haha yeah, sure… ok…” blabla. For odd reasons, and maybe because I was delusional from the merciless crushing and trampling, I thought for a split second that she was talking about me.

When she hung up, she stopped crushing me with her shoes and kicked them off. She sat down on the couch again and looked down at me. “That was my mom. Yeah she knows about you, she always did. For years she’s been asking to see you and try to have you inside her shoes but I’ve always said no. I didn’t want to share you my little tiny boyfriend. Now that I think of it, maybe I’ll let her have you for a while. What do you think? I’m sure she will make you lick her feet and shoes too. Ahah!” Ava chuckled at this and then grabbed her black leather shoes she just crushed me with. “Now  let’s try your new size!” She said. I wanted to resist but I could not. A split second later her huge hand was grabbing my body and stuffing me inside a worn leather chunky loafer. I got scared. At this new size…things would be more…cramped. I had it easy when I was smaller, under her toes, there was room for me. Now I had no idea how she could fit her foot inside that shoe with me in it.

She looked at me from the shoe opening. She smirked, smiled, blew me a kiss and then her bare toes showed up and her smile faded away. She looked like she was about to do something evil. And she was. Her foot descended on my, trapping me, engulfing me all around, overwhelming me. It took all the available space and crush me. She actually had to stand up to force her foot inside the shoe while twisting her ankle and her hungry toes just passed over my body and she ended up dragging my body down deeper into the shoe, with my chest under the ball of her barefoot and my head under her toes. I thought I was about to explode. I felt her heel fit inside the shoe and her tows wiggled over my face in the smelly confined darkness. The only thing I could hear from her outside was a terrifying word. “LICK!”

I was in trouble.