Suddenly, you felt your sense of balance disappear and within seconds, you were floating in mid-air.
Before you knew what was going on, you were startled by a loud vibration echoing through the hallway causing you to fall down and cower with your hands over your ear. You look behind you and see your pursuer stand over you defiantly.
"Got you!"
Dang it, you were caught! An announcement began playing over the building intercoms, "Attention contestants. The game is now over. Kyoka Jiro has won the game. She will now get a special room to test her new slave and the rest of you will leave empty handed. Goodbye." The announcement ended.
Well that sucks. You were now a slave to this girl! She had short dark purple hair and earphone jacks hanging out of her earlobes. She wore a black leather jacket with a coral-coloured shirt underneath. You also noticed the thick black boots with stereos built into their shafts. Her personality could be described as pragmatic and aggressive. You slowly removed your hands from your ear once you realised that the vibrations had disappeared.
"You were pretty easy to catch," she smugly remarks, "And now I finally got myself a personal footslave! Follow me to the special room! You're going to do so much stuff to my feet when we get there!" Your body followed her exactly as she instructed. Your body was under her control now.
Eventually, the both of you arrived at the special room which appeared to be a very fancy and royal bedroom. It was decorated very exquisitely and it was very spacious. In the middle of the room was a normal sized bed that looked very soft and comfy to sleep on. Unfortunately for you, your time here was not going to be pleasant at all.
"Wow, they really outdone themselves!" Jiro commented, hopping on the bed and taking off her boots before throwing them away next to you, "Like I said earlier, you weren't that hard to catch so my feet aren't sweating as much. But that doesn't mean they're going to smell like a bunch of roses. I still expect you to worship my feet like they're the only thing you'll live for."
You shake a little, anxious for what she has for store, "So, here's what we're going to do. I want you to..."
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