5 years later (old) - Chapter 2

5 years later. 

Today, Sarah signed a 30 employee’s lay off order of a great national business she was now CEO of. It was late. She was almost the last around at work, past 9 PM. Only a few directors and some overtime programmers were still around. Sarah looked at her screen. Ellie was still logged in. She opened a chat window on her screen and typed.

[Sarah D. CEO] says : Ellie, go home. 

[Ellie475] says: Oh, Hi. I was finishing rev. 2.453 of our mainframe program. I still have 10 minutes to do maybe. Glad I don’t have kids right?

[Sarah D. CEO] says : It’s late. Go home.

Electronic conversation was over. Sarah sighed. She stood up from her desk chair and walked to her library shelves where, behind a few books, she stored the Grand Marnier. She poured herself a glass and walked to her 45th floor great window view of the city and sipped her drink. While doing so, she decided it was time, and slipped off her expensive black Louboutin leather high heels with the red soles. She flexed her black nylon toes and enjoyed giving her feet the high heel freedom. She walked back to her desk and turned off her computer.

Kate gasped for air. 

It has been 5 hours since Sarah gave her the right to actually breathe air that was not filtered by her smelly nylon feet. She was lying down on the insole of the right high heel pump, naked, about half an inch tall, battered and bruised, sticky. She sobbed, blinked and twitched. Poor girl had become completely insane when Sarah shrunk her five years ago when Kate actually crushed Tom to death under a cheap flip flop. Sarah never forgave Kate for that. Tom deserved better than cheap flipflops, Sarah always thought. 

Kate now knew better. She was the one still alive, after 5 years of being used as an inshoe slave by the woman she actually loved. She tasted every flavors, smelled every fragrance, suffered every type of activity or sport and thousands of hours at work under Sarah’s feet, 24h7. She was allowed to see light during footwear changes and for biological needs, once per day. Kate was a mess. She had lost her mind after 1 year. Lost her will and ability to make decisions. Lost her sense of time. Lost her appetite. She was tiny, almost skin on bones, dirty, and alienated. She barely was conscious of what was happening to her anymore, thinking in closed loops of hallucinations and panic attacks. 

“Kate, my love. You made a run in my stockings. You squirm too much Kate.” Said Sarah from above the Louboutin heels. “I’ll have to punish you.” She added. 

Kate had lost her ability to talk back or even formulate any answer in her head. 5 years made her completely numb and schizophrenic. 

“This time it’ll be 3 days, one sixteenth.” Sarah said. 

Kate managed to open her eyes and then close them again, sanity having a second of hold she thought: “Please no....” But it was already too late, Sarah pointed the remote control towards the tiny girl and she quickly shrank to the unconceivable size of 1/16th of an inch. That’s fucking small. That’s the size reserved for when Sarah was really angry with Kate, which was very frequent. Once or twice a week, sometimes for no reasons other than Sarah was angry at financial results or an employee doing a costly mistake that delays product supply lines. 

Sarah smiled down at Kate and plucked her already tired foot into her Louboutin heel again, finishing her glass of Grand Marnier. She gave the city a last look and walked back to her desk, dropped her glass and went to put on her coat and scarf. She walked towards the mirror, refreshed her lipstick and walked out of her office, her high heels resonating in the long halls towards the elevators. She sued her RFID card to enter the restricted elevator and as the door was closing, a woman ran in and prevented the door to close and walked in the elevator saying: “Sorry, sorry, sorry, thanks, hi...hmmmmm”

The young new employee recruited last month Ellie rushed in and looked at Sarah with surprised and shame. “Oh, I’m sorry Ma’am, didn’t know it was you, I can leave.” 

“It’s alright Ellie, come on.” Said Sarah, knowing her employees by name. All of them. At least on her floor. 

“Thank you.” Ellie said, adjusting her huge glasses on her nose. 

“No kids hmm?” asked Sarah, crossing her arms. 

“Oh, ah! No, I... huh... I can’t have kids.” Said Ellie, ashamed, shy and completely submitted to the CEO she admired. 

“Why so, if you don’t mind me asking?” added Sarah. 

“Oh, hmm, well, hmmm, yeah, of course, no no, it’s okay, no problem, it’s just that I huh, well, I mean...you know...I...”

“It’s alright, Ellie, you don’t have to tell me.” Said Sarah. 

“I’m a...” said Ellie, she hesitated, but Sarah didn’t say anything. “I never had ...any...partners...” she said. 

Ding. The elevator started to move down. 

“Never?” said Sarah. 

“Yeah, well, you know, I’m... usually not very social...” added Ellie. 

“What do you do when you go back home this late?” asked Sarah, knowing she could do whatever she wanted with Ellie, trying not to abuse of her CEO power too much, but still tempted. 

“I..uh, I play video games.” Said Ellie a bit shy. 

“You are a gamer?”

“Yes, kind of... well, there are all sorts of hobbies right? I like video games... and I read mangas too.” Said Ellie. 

“Do you like my shoes?” said Sarah out of the blue, staring at Ellie’s eyes and tilting her head on the side.

The elevator was still going down. Ellie the geek programmer looked down at Sarah’s Louboutin high heels and back to Sarah. She didn’t know what to say, was taken aback by the question, and suddenly felt very vulnerable and shameful. 

“Y...Yes of course...Hmm, they are....very nice, yes. But aren’t they uncomfortable?” Ellie saved herself. She looked at her own flat ballerinas which she wore with socks on, cause her feet were always cold. 

“Kiss them.” Ordered Sarah to her employee. 

“I...huh...I’m sorry?” retorted Ellie, who actually stepped back a bit. 

“Kiss my shoes, or lose your job.” Said Sarah looking stern. 

“Uh....Hmmm, yes... of course...” said Ellie, completely dominated, intimidated and fearful. She kneeled down and planted pecks on the top of the CEO’s Louboutin heels while the elevator was finally reaching the Lobby floor. She just had time to stand back up, all red from shame, and the elevator doors opened. 

Sarah smirked and pointed outside. “This is your floor Ellie. Have a good evening.” She said. 

Ellie looked unsure, walked out of the elevator, knowing full well that Sarah’s Mercedes was parked two floors below in the private parking floors. Ellie walked out and the elevator doors closed behind her. She almost lost balance, and passed the metal detectors. 

“Ellie, you okay?” asked the security guard. He was handsome, muscular, out of league. 

“Yes, sure, all good.” Ellie took back her composure and walked out of the tall building into the rainy summer evening. “What the fuck.” She said to herself out loud while walking to the nearby metro station. 

Once back home Ellie turned on her computer, but instead of gaming, she started to stalk and gather information on the company’s CEO. Newspapers pages and articles, profiles, web pages, mentions, etc. Ellie then started to stalk and look at pictures. She didn’t like being ordered and humiliated by the older richer and more powerful woman. Not having any partner is something, but kissing her heels? Ellie didn’t want to lose her job. 

But then, Ellie was upset. She started to hate Sarah and look into personal files, hacking into the mainframe of the company since she had remote access from home. She managed to gain access to passwords and files and started to look into them, bypassing security measures she mostly had programmed herself. Revenge would be reckless. Ellie managed to know the security codes to enter Sarah’s office. 

She started talking to a colleague via text messaging on her cellphone. She told her all what happened and that was feared that she would be fired or blackmailed. Annie, a senior communication officer in the business, was dumbfounded and couldn’t believe the CEO would do such a thing. They both ended the conversation with jokes.

The next day Ellie went to work earlier and sneaked to Sarah’s office and started shuffling around, opening drawers. She saw a 30 employees lay-off notice and ripped it apart. She wanted to plant an evidence of fraud but she found a weird looking remote control. After quickly looking at it her eyes grew bigger. “Oh my God...” she said to herself, quickly placing everything back in place and sneaking out to reach her own desk before anyone could see her. She turned the security cameras back on and started working like any usual day. 

Just a bit before noon, Ellie’s phone rang and it was Sarah calling, she asked her into her office right away. Ellie swallowed hard, picked up the remote control and walked to Sarah’s office. 

“Come in.” Sarah’s voice said from behind the thick door. Ellie walked in and closed the door. “Good day Ellie, I suppose you have something that belongs to me.” Said Sarah, gently standing up from behind her desk and walking towards Ellie, her heels resonating on the floor. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ma’am.” Said Ellie. Sarah walked closer. Ellie suddenly got scared and pointed the remote control towards Sarah. “Stay back!” she said. 

“Oh, there it is. I suppose you know what I am talking about then.” Said Sarah. “After all, this office has a closed network of hidden cameras that even you don’t know about.” Ellie suddenly started to look around but pointed the remote control towards Sarah. “Now, give it back to me, and I promise nothing will happen to you.” Said Sarah, extending her hand forward. 

“Stay back! You’re evil! You can’t abuse people, stay back or I will shrink you...” Ellie said. 

“Ellie, please, do you think I am stupid?” said Sarah. 

Ellie didn’t know what to do, she pressed the button on the remote, aiming at Sarah and suddenly, the TV in the background turned on, news network, anchor talking. Ellie frowned and pressed again, the TV turned off. As she was dumbfounded about the Remote in her hand she thought would be a shrinking remote control, Sarah got out a similar remote control from behind her back and pointed it at her employee. 

“Dear Ellie. You’re fired.” Said Sarah, pressing the button. Ellie immediately started to shrink inside her clothes. 

“No... no please!” said Ellie, dropping the remote control which was now too big to hold on. Her socks became extremely big inside her small ballerinas and everything around her was getting bigger.

“I suggest you remove your shoes and socks if you don’t want to end up inside them.” Said Sarah with a smirk, crossing her hands behind her back, enjoy the show she’s seen so often. 

“Nooooo!” Ellie screamed, but she was getting so small even screaming as loud as she could wasn’t loud enough. She stepped out of her giant socks and shoes and found out she was barefoot on the floor, with her small robe being way too big and her panties falling down. After a few seconds, Ellie was down there trying to find her way out of a huge pile of heavy cloth, standing naked at the mere height of 1 inch tall. As soon as she finally managed to crawl out of the pile of clothes, she was greeted by a massive black high heel with a red sole. The huge left Louboutin shoe quickly knocked her off balance and she fell backwards. Her head hit the floor and the massive used and dirty red sole of the shoe came down pressing on her. She screamed in vain and in sheer panic. She was dragged on the floor by the massive shoe, away from her clothes and then, the shoe moved forward and the sharp heel came resting on her chest.

Sarah pressed down. Ellie couldn’t breathe and grabbed the huge heel trying to lift it in vain. Sarah kept pressing down. Ellie’s ribcage cracked and she started to turn red. And then, the heel went through her body and crushed her ribcage flat. Ellie gurgled blood and her guts were spilled on the ground, she died quickly, her last view being the red sole of the CEO’s Louboutin heels.