My Way to Freedom - Chapter 1

I thought maybe the first thing I should do is talk to Ava. Get her attention and talk to her. So this morning, when she got me out of her sock after a good night’s sleep, I waved at her while she was holding me in the palm of her hand. I waved and screamed her name in hopes she would actually see me and look at me and grant me a moment for her precious time to actually let me talk to her. And it worked!

“Oh my tiny little boyfriend! I love you so much! Here, let me help you.” She brought me close to her ear and I had a chance to talk to her huge ear.

“AVA! We need to talk!” I said to her. She brought me back in front of her and looked happy, she smiled at me.

“Of course baby, but first I have to go shower, and then I have to meet my friends at the mall, and we have to do some shopping today, it’s my day off you know? I need to take time to be with my friends! That’s what you always said back then remember? When you were always ditching me to be with your friends?” Her looked changed, her mean face showed up. She smirked, like this was a sweet revenge for her, for things I have not even done more than a normal amount, a sane amount of times.

“AVA! We need to talk now!” I screamed, but she did not hear me.

“We can talk when I come back James, I’ll place the microphone and wear headphones so we can have a long chat, deal?” she said to me, with her booming voice. I had no choice but to accept, this was actually a good deal, a chance to actually talk to her seriously, without having to scream. I nodded and looked down. She just put me inside the mason jar. “Here, you can smell these while I shower. I know you love the smell of my old socks.” She stuffed a pair of worn black socks in the jar and pushed them down on me before sealing the jar and heading to shower. I have always wondered why she actually thought I enjoyed this, maybe she was just always toying with me after all.

The smell wasn’t so bad, it smelled like her feet and like the laundry detergent but faded. I am used to that odor, I’ve smelled much worse and as odd as it can sound, Ava’s feet don’t stink too bad in general. Sometimes I wish I had a foot fetish, I mean those people must be jealous of my situation right now, if only they knew how hard it is to be trampled and crushed all day long inside a hot shoe with Ava’s foot, they would probably hate it after all. Or not…

She came back an hour later and got me out of the jar and her huge fingers pinched me until they released me into her pair of skechers sneakers. “I love you James, don’t forget that while you’re in there. And don’t worry, I won’t forget that tonight we’ll get to talk about whatever concern you have. Now be a good boyfriend and go down there under my toes, you don’t want me to crush you under my heel all day long, do you?” She smiled at me, her huge face looking down at me inside the old sneaker. I reluctantly walked down the shoe’s insole to the toe section as she watched me with glee and satisfaction. It didn’t take long before I saw her with cotton socked foot being shoved inside the shoe and rushing towards me bringing darkness and warmth with it. Like usual, I got stuck under her socked toes, and she grasped me with them, toyed with me and finally let me be while she was tying the laces of the running shoe, sealing me in, pressurizing me into what would be hours of shopping.

I endured. I mean, I had hopes of a good discussion with my girlfriend, after all these years suffering I had finally made up my mind and actually did something to start my adventurous way to freedom. I spent most of my shoe time trying to breathe and when I had some calm moments, where she would be standing still or driving, I could think about what I would tell her, what I would confess and confront her with. I was shaking, nervously trying to make up my mind about what I was actually going to do.

After hours, I thought she was done. I was used now to know where she was going and I knew when she was actually coming back home. I would hear the muffled sound of her keys on the hallway table, how she actually moved I knew she was finally back home and about to remove her shoes and give me fresh air. However, instead of removing her shoes, she kept them and walked into the house, did her things. I think she actually did this on purpose, to extend my suffering. By that time, her foot was sweating considerably and smelling bad. It was hot, humid and uncomfortable under her sock. I can’t tell how many sock lint I actually ate accidently. The sweet perfume of her shower soap was long gone.

She watched TV. Yup, that was purposefully making my life worse. She kept me inside her shoe longer, only to make me smell her feet longer. She loved it, she drooled in it, she was enjoying it. She loved to make me suffer and that was something that always made me feel afraid of her. But freedom comes with sacrifice and I had to stay focused, determined and shake my fear away.

She finally removed her sneakers and pulled my limp tiny body out with her huge fingers. I could tell it was late as the sun was setting and my eyes didn’t take too long to adjust to the dim light of her bedroom. “Hi babe, how was your day with my foot? I hope you liked it! You were so comfortable in there I decided to let you enjoy it even longer, you liked it didn’t you?” She said, putting me on her laptop, near the little microphone hole. She was sitting at her desk, and put her headphones on. “You wanted to talk to me? Now you can, I will hear you just fine! So…my little love, how are you?”

“Hmm…You can hear me?” I said, trying to get my spirits back.

“Yup, all good, like if you were someone normal! But you’re not.” she said.

“Okay hm, hi, Honey hey, hmm, it’s been a while since we had a chance to actually talk like this.” I said.

“I know right!” she said, smiling down at me. “But I can see something is on your mind James, and I think good communication is key to a successful couple, isn’t it? So go ahead, tell me everything!” It actually felt fake how she told me it was important to communicate while for the past 5 years she barely did let me talk to her at all.

“Right hmm, well. I was thinking about everything and I think…I mean don’t take it wrong, but… I want to break up with you.” I said, bluntly, the truth was out.

“What?” she said, frowning.

“You heard me correctly honey. I am tired of being your…shoe slave… You’re not kind to me anymore and I don’t love you anymore. I want my freedom, I want my life back.” I said. She looked at me and I could see her eyes swelling, tears coming up. Emotions. God damn emotions.

“But Baby, we’re soul mates! We’re meant to be together, remember? We love each other. I mean I love you so much, there is no one else I love as much as you! Why are you doing this to me? Why?” She started crying. I couldn’t tell if it was fake or not.

“Ava... please understand. You put me in your shoes everyday. Every single day. I smell your feet literally all the time! You crush me, you … force me to be under your feet all the time! This is not what I want anymore. I’ve never wanted this. I am tied. I am fed up. I don’t want this no more, I want my freedom.” I said to her.

She took a moment of silent sobbing.

“But baby I love you so much!” she said between sobs. “I can’t let you go, you’re my little soulmate.”

“Please, Ava. We’re done. I break up with you, and you can’t keep me forever.” I said. This made her frown. She wiped away her tears with her sleeve and her look became more and more stern.

“You’re breaking my heart…” she said. “After all I’ve done for you. I kept you safe! Now you think you can just leave me and go on your own? You’re barely an inch tall! The world isn’t safe for you out there. I can’t let you go James. I just can’t. You understand? I am your best option. Don’t break up with me! You have to give me another chance! You have to let me make amends. I swear I’ll be nice and kind with you from now on! I swear!”

Now there is a moment in everyone’s life where you’re confronted with a choice and have to make a quick decision and that decision will be forever changing your life. Now I had to choose between giving Ava a second chance to keep me with her and trust her when she said she would like to make my life better, or choose to stand my ground and claim my freedom. I knew, one way or another, that in the end I wouldn’t be the winner. But this had gone too far for too long, and I decided to stay determined and strong, and I made up my mind.

“Ava. We’re done. I no longer want to be with you. I want to move on with my life. Please let me go.” I said to the microphone. I looked up at her giant red and crying visage, her expression changing from hope to sadness. She looked heartbroken. I was actually really breaking her heart and I felt it. I felt sorry for it, but I had to stay on this track, I wanted my life back, and this was a tough, necessary moment.

“I understand.” She finally said, wiping away some more tears. This made me feel relieved. She cried some more and finally looked back at me, standing naked on her laptop computer. “But I can’t.” she added. I had a uh oh moment and my stomach started to feel twisted. “I can’t do this. You’re mine James. You belong to me, whether you like it or not. I love you, and I will always love you, even if you don’t love me back. You’re mine!” now she screamed. “YOU’RE MINE! OKAY?” I got scared. She was looking furious, in complete avoidance, letting herself being the prey of denial. “You are ungrateful and even if I know I deserve better than you James, I am not willing to abandon our relationship okay?”

“Ava! We don’t have a relationship anymore!” I said.

“SHUT UP!” she screamed. She removed her headphones and threw them ragingly on the ground. “You’re mine James. I love you. And you love me too. You have to love me. I thought we would have a serious conversation but you lied to me. You are a pathetic liar and I know that deep down you love me, okay?” she was being completely out of her mind, crying and screaming and hitting the desk with her fists. I was scared. She had me out of the conversation. I was hopeless and I was seeing her get angrier and more mad and I knew that this would mean more torture was coming my way.

She got more calm, wiped her tears and took in some deep breaths. Then, she looked at me with disdain, the first time she actually looked at me that way. I felt bad, I felt insignificant, and I was.

“This conversation is over, James. You wanted to hurt me? Well you did it. Congratulations. You actually fucking did it.” She said. “You know what James?, now that I think of it… I deserve a real man. A real loving normal sized man, who will cuddle me and take care of me. What do I have? A tiny liar. A minuscule boyfriend who hurts my feelings!” This started to get old, all the love obsession over again, this time however, I felt that she was being genuinely hurt. I felt bad, but deep inside, I had to. I knew I had to do this.

“I will make you suffer James.” She paused. “I don’t want to do this, because I love you. But you make me do this, you brought this upon you. I will make you suffer until you love me again, you hear? There is no way I’m letting you break our relationship. NO WAY!” She brought her huge hand up on me and took me between her thumb and forefinger, then squeezed me, much more than she does usually. She brought me up to her face. “You love me James, and you will love me forever.” She said, looking absolutely evil.

Now I knew I was in deep trouble.

Ava squeezed me so hard I couldn’t breathe. Then she lowered me down and down and down until she reached the floor, and she dropped me on the hardwood floor. She stood up from her desk chair and looked down at me. She was wearing her pyjamas and she had socks on. I saw her lift her right leg up in the air, and her angry face was replaced by the bottom of her white socked foot she actually crushed me under of all day long. I feared for my life.

And she stomped down on me so hard I got knocked out.