Heather's Foot Bitch - Last Chapter

She was sorry? She should have been sorry way before that. Now what? I am stuck at a very minuscule size inside her shoe and it has been 3 days. Come on, I’m missing! Why isn’t anybody looking out for me? 3 fucking days inside Heather’s stinking shoe, oh and she made sure to wear them every day at work. This whole story is now up to date. I’m here now, in the shoe, and I’m crying. I’m being ignored and thrown away like garbage. Everyday since she shrunk me down to this tiny size, I wish someone will find out and help me, but nope, all I have for human interaction is Heather’s socked foot coming down inside the shoe. 

I made myself comfy tho. The little spot under the insole I stuffed it with sock lint and now it’s cozy. When she wears the shoe, I barely feel her weight, but the smell is what is the most uncomfortable. And She doesn’t’ care anymore. She probably just decided to give up on me and leave me there. She’s not even looking for a solution. This is a crime for god’s sake. I am being abducted, tortured and kept in hostile conditions by this bitch. As soon as I get out I swear I call my lawyer and Heather is going to prison. 

I curl up in my little sock lint bed. I am habituated to the smell, but it doesn’t mean I don’t hate it. I think I need some sleep, but, I won’t get any cause it’s soon time for Heather to go to work and wear the shoes. Ah…there she is. Oh fuck me, she’s going barefoot now. 

Wait, that means she knows I’m still in there. Going barefoot inside the shoe, means she wants to torture me even more. This is a form of acknowledgment in a way. She deliberately wants to force her bad foot smell on me by wearing the shoes without socks. Maybe she did not completely abandoned hope and is still trying to figure out how to grow me back to normal size. I know it’s possible, these machines aren’t made to permanently shrink people. There are more powerful models, there are solutions! Hy isn’t she trying any. Why? Uh.

Her foot comes in, it smells odd. It settles completely into the shoe, sealing me inside again, but this time I know there won’t be the sock the absorb the sweat or the smell. It’s going to be hell of a shift. I just wish I was back to my normal size, in my normal life, with my normal friends, and that I could put this stupid thing back behind me and never think about it anymore. I wish someone would help. I cry some more. I punch her foot with my little fists, I am not even sure she can feel it. 

I’ve been scared to leave the shoe in case I would end up face to face with an insect or a cat or something that could simply just eat me without consideration. I am not an insect, I am an intelligent lifeform, I am a human! That evil woman stripped me of my rights and of my humanity. Uh!

Something is wrong. 

Heather’s foot doesn’t smell like usual. It smells more sweat, more…wait a minute, she put lotion on her foot, some kind of cream with flowery scents. Maybe after all she had some thought about me. Maybe she felt bad about torturing me over and over again. Maybe I am just being over optimistic too, I don’t know. Her foot definitely smelled better than usual. I am tempted to say that I actually like it, like in the first days we started to “play”. Like when I was curious. Maybe something in her body odor is attracting me for reasons unknown. Maybe if I have to spend the rest of my life stuck in that shoe I have to get to enjoy when her foot is with me cause time feels long and stretched when I am alone in the shoe. Wait, what? Am I completely delirious, Why would I be stuck in this shoe forever? That’s it, I am going mad, this is it, this is the threshold of sanity. Isn’t it? I am going to become crazy soon if nothing is done to save me. 

Hours become days, it’s so boring and long to be in the shoe like this. I can’t believe time is such an asshole. Wait…something’s going on. I hear commotion outside of my shoe prison. Suddenly, the foot is removed out of the shoe, and fresh air comes in. Yes finally! Ah, fresh air. I try to peek out of the shoe and I see we’re still in the call center, it’s late. 

“You have the right to remain silent.” Says someone, a woman. The shoe is picked up. I hear struggling. Goodness, this is my chance. 

“HELP ME!” I scream as loud as I can. I get out of my hole and run to the heel section of the sole, still humid from Heather’s shoe. There is the large face of a woman wearing a cap, she’s looking at me. 

“Hello, is your name Amy?” she says. I quickly scream a big Yes. She’s a police officer. She’s come to save me. “Good, we’re here to save you.” She says back. What a relief, finally. 

“Get me out!” I scream.

“There is a little problem however, you are too small for our shrinking devices we’ll have to take you to the police station.” The police officer says, looking at me. “Careful now I will tilt the shoe so you can come out and use the transportation box that I have here. You’re lucky we found you.” She says again. She tilts the shoe and I carefully fall into a small carton box, way bigger than me. I look up. This is… wait a minute. This is not a police officer. It’s Jessica, the girl that works at the call center with me that I met at the bus station. She giggles and, I look behind her, lots of people are just there looking. Heather has that evil face. What the fuck. They set me up. 

“Ahem.” Says Jessica. She laughs, visibly unable to keep playing her stupid role play. She looks down at me in the small box. “Fuck it..” She laughs. “You really thought it was the police, did you? Ahahah!” She laughs along with all the other people watching, Heather comes next to her and looks down at me. 

“Come on Jess, Jokes over, put her back into my shoe and go back to work!” Says Heather. 

“NO!” I scream. “HELP!”

“Can I put her into MY shoe?” Jessica asked. 

“NO!” I scream again. 

“Sure, I don’t care. If you want to keep her she’s your problem now.” Says Heather. Jessica has a wicked smile. She bends down, brings the box down to the floor heigh, crouching. 

“Hey girl, my feet smell bad, make sure you smell them correctly, okay?” says Jessica to me. Her evil eyes shoot at me like lasers. I am defeated. The box is tilted and I see the opening of an old sneaker. 

“HELP! SOMEONE!” I scream while falling into the smelly sneaker. I land onto the humid spongy insole. The girl is already standing up, I see her, she’s so tall. 

“What are you going to do with her?” asks Heather next to her, both looking down at me. 

“She’s probably going to die in there.” Amy says. She then hovers her black socked foot above the opening. Quick, I have to find a hiding spot, her foot comes down on me! I run, in vain, I get rammed by the giantess’ foot and I end up tumbling under her sol and crashing down everywhere. I end up under her toes down deep into the shoe where it smells 10 times worse. 

She can’t be serious…

The laces are tied above me. 

She can’t…. be serious…

Right?

The End.