Novel & Cerita Foot Slave Story

I tried to convince myself. I couldn’t bring myself to wear my sandals so I wore one of the other socks that I’d brought. It was from the Toy Story franchise and it was bright yellow. I put on the flip-flops I found in the room. Sadly, my feet were too small for it. The flip-flops were twice my feet length. I hadn’t brought any other shoes except the sandals. I ditched the flipflops and decided to walk in my socks then. However, the floors were cold. I ignored it and walked out of the room.

We rushed back into the hallway, heading for the hall where the meeting was being held. “We have to warn them,” I said to Rosa as we rushed towards our destination. We had barely even reached the door before we also started to hear the sounds of screaming and fighting getting louder and louder. “Oh no. No, no, no.” At one point, one of my shoes twisted underneath me, turning my ankle inward. A shock of pain shot through my leg, and I screamed, barely managing to catch myself before I crashed to the floor. Rosa, came up to me and tried to pull me to my feet, but I waved her off. “No, please go and see what's happening. I'll be fine,” I said, already taking off the shoes. I had worn them for t

I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself.

I felt rejuvenated. Then my Father's words clicked at the back of my head "There's still hope" The people that were with me in the room stood up and moved towards the light. I followed treading carefully in their midst. My left leg moved slowly towards my right leg as I walked bare on the naked floor. Gone was my bata my pair of shoes my father had woven with the palm fronds. I can't seem to remember or trace a moment it got lost. Staring at my feet, I noticed others too. Blizzard on their feet leaving red gaits on the floor. The person at my front was limping. I think an inclusion had dented the sole of his leg. I moved to his side and examined his face. His eyes winced on every step he too

I want to be with him again because I miss his care so much. Right now I’m sitting in his swivel chair because he’s squeezing my foot. It hurts because I always wear heels. I told him that it was okay even if he didn't massage it because I was also used to my foot hurting because of the heels but he wanted me to do nothing but hold my foot to him. "You should be wearing flat shoes so it doesn't hurt too much. Your foot is red because of these heels," he said and removed the heels on the other side of my foot.

Ivanka had truly used all of her strength. He held in his anger and rushed back out. …… Meanwhile, Ivanka was on the verge of tears. If she had known that this would happen, she would not have stepped on that man’s foot so hard. She could not even stand properly now! She never thought that such expensive shoes would be of such poor quality! After she stepped on his foot, she only took about a few dozen steps before the heel of her shoe broke! One of her five-inch high heels was broken, so how could she still walk?

With what was left of my energy, I made my way towards a seemingly vacant table not too far from where I was standing. Settling down on the chair, I slid off the torturous four-inch stilettos and began to massage my feet one by one. They were redder than a baboon’s butt and oedematous. I don’t understand who had invented heels in the first place. It must have been a man because there was no way a woman would think of punishing herself this way. It was unimaginable to me.

"You can't wander around barefoot." I glanced down at my feet, having forgotten my barefooted state amidst my anger and jealousy. Blaise motioned to Tim, who was holding a box. Tim handed it to Blaise, revealing a pair of Alexander Wang's mule sandals. Blaise knelt down, gently placing my hand on his shoulder for support. My heart went into overdrive as he lifted my right foot, tenderly wiped the sole with his hand, and slid the sandal onto my foot. I felt like I was melting like wax. Blaise could be sweet when he wanted to be. He repeated the process for my left foot, and just as he stood up and I was about to offer him my heartfelt thanks, a voice called out his name from a distance.

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“Sofia—” “BACK OFF!” I didn’t expect my voice to sound so broken. So full of hurt. He flinched like I had slapped him. He reached out a hand slowly. “Sofia, just come down. We can talk. I swear—” I didn’t hear the rest. Because at that moment… my foot slipped. Completely. The ledge under me was wet from the night wind. My ankle twisted. My body pitched forward into open air. My heart dropped into my stomach.