THE SECRET DEAL “My life is amazing! I’m so happy to live w..

THE SECRET DEAL “My life is amazing! I’m so happy to live with my step-father! I love him and he’s the best father i could ever wish!” That is what i had to say when and if anyone would ever see me or question me about it. He taught me to do that but sadly it’s far from the truth… Since when i have memory, i’ve been with him. He rised me alone and i must admit he’s always been a great man i always admired. We used to get along pretty well, aside from the normal and common fights that can happen in every family. He wasn’t my real father and it’s long time i know that but i always considered him like he would be. So, what’s wrong between us you may wonder? Well, there was nothing, until I was 19… than everything changed. Why, you may wonder? What happened that messed up everything? It is something still mysterious and unknown to the most but I’ve been infected by the shrinking virus. Since then in a matter of few days, I shrunk to 1 inch! Why it hit some people while other seems to not risk to get effected it’s still unknown. Since then, everything change…. When I stopped shrinking, I still recall how he picked me up between his giant thumbs, the serious look on his face and those so worrisome words “We need to talk…” and we did… he’s never been more firm and clear on a matter then that time. “I know you have no fault about this…” he began speaking after placing me on the kitchen table and sitting down in front of me “And neither I, of course. Noone has…” he continued with a sigh “but this is how things are now and we need to deal with it. I’m sorry but the day I took you with me, this is not what I had imagined for you, for your future… and neither for me as your step-father. A father wish to be proud of his son… but you…” his expression was turning more and more severe as he continued “at this size just makes me feel ashamed. I am sorry but I don’t want a bug-son… for what concern me, my step-son died the day you shrunk…”. As you can imagine, I started to cry once hearing those heart breaking words “What? Daddy! Please! No! Don’t say that… it… it’s still me! Please!” trying to reason with him but without success. “Silence! And now listen to me very very clearly… cause I won’t repeat myself. I honestly would like to just put you out of your misery, get rid of you and crush you under my foot like the bug you are… But…” he took a deep breath “I’m a good man and in the name of the memory of what you were to me, I may consider to have some mercy toward you… So I’m going to offer you a deal, a chance… I always disliked bugs and have them around me, just like who’s useless to me like you are now. BUT… I can consider to let you live only if you’ll be useful to me…” “How?? How can I be useful to you??” I obviously hurried to ask. “The only use I can think for a minuscule being like you is to be at my feet and take care of them… If you want me to tollarate your puny life, you will be my slave… no!” he corrected himself “A tool for the care of my feet… you will worship me as the superior being I am, always bringing me maximum respect. You will massage my feet, pedicure them, keep them clean… While I’ll be busy, out of home or at work, you’ll be staying in one of my shoes, cleaning the insoles… while I’m home, maybe relaxing and propping my feet up, or sleeping, you’ll take care of my feet. This will be your life and what you will do each single day… If you disobey, don’t work good enough, try to escape or even disrespect me, I will crush you. Dot. No second chances… Same if anyone will ever see you or question you about your life with me and you dare to tell them about our deal, for the rest of the world everything is going on just as it always been aside for you being small and it is all great and fine. If you break this rule, you’ll get crushed. So… is everything clear? Make your choice!” When the only two options are life or death, the first one always seems the only one to opt for. So here I am, after two very very long years spent at the feet of this man. Each single moment, each single day always at his feet… be it into his shoes or by his feet. By now I know each single detail of his skin, each smell his feet or footwear may get depending of the activity he is doing or the time of the day. His feet became the only thing I knew… Since that day I made the hardest decision of my life, he almost never spoke to me again, when he needed to “use” me, he simply collected me and dropped me by his feet, knowing I knew what I had to do. I was with him and yet I was always completely alone… Now he is sleeping and like any other night, it’s when my real hard job begin. When he’s awake, he never keep his feet still for long enough for me to properly clean them, mainly he wants me to worship him, pamper his feet, lick some dirt off… But during the night, I got many hours and he expect me to properly and fully clean his whole feet before morning comes. I won’t deny that each night I fear to fail cause his feet are insanely huge! Each night I think I won’t make it in time by the morning and that I will be crushed when he wake up. So I work relentlessly the whole night to make it in time… Since the very beginning, he never cared if I could actually do that or how, he just wanted it to be done and if not… well, I think by now you know too what would happen. I don’t know for how long I’ll still be able to survive into this but honestly I’m not even sure anymore if I want to survive much longer...