"Massage my feet, worm!," if not, you'd better be squirming for your life! Light was forced by situation to comply with his captor. He could hardly believe this; one moment he was at the top of the world, primed to become the god of the world, an avatar of righteousness, and now he was at the mercy of a woman's sweaty feet. He could scarcely move under Naomi's big toe, but attempted to rub her toe nonetheless. Above, Naomi grinned, "That'll teach anyone to kill my husband, my feet have been in those all day, and they reek!" She began to walk home, slowly crushing Light with each step. As soon as she got home, she would exact her revenge, and break this pathetic bastard, in the name of her husband. She lifted her foot so that Light slid under the ball of her foot, and her continued his massage.
Light was disgusted. He certainly did not have a foot fetish, and he hated the smell of feet. This particular girl was used to running and exercising, both of which gave you foot odor. It was almost underbearble, he could feel himself gagging. He was thankful that nobody was around to see his wretched state, he was a proud person, and would die of embarassment should somebody see this. His face was pushed into the soft foot, its fleshy embrace smothering him. The smell surrounded him, tore at his senses, all he could feel was oppressive foot odor. All he could do was stay conscious, and rub Naomi's foot.
Naomi finally reached home, and couldn't wait to play with her new slave. She had originally wanted to kill him, but wouldn't it be easier to play with him instead? Even if he wasn't Kira, though she truly believed he was, she could keep this tiny boy as her little pet, foot massages did relieve stress. She sat down on her couch, and removed the boot that did not contain Light. She could smell it from a distance, "Whew, that smells awful! I hope my slave is alive..." She pulled of her other boot, and peered inside, Light was not there. She panicked for a second, then checked her sole. Light was stuck to her foot because of the sweat. "That look suits you, you pathetic, tiny bastard... She peeled Light off of the sole, and put him on the coffee table in front of the couch.
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