SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved [Chapter 3 - Part 1] ..

SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved [Chapter 3 - Part 1] The man kept searching on his pc for about 1 hour, keeping his minuscule son crushed under his unforgiving heel. He didn’t gave a damn about the minuscule creature agony, he was comfortable in that position, sitting on his comfortable desk chair with his bare feet firmly planted on the floor, so he remained like that and it didn’t mattered if that meant to keep the little guy crushed and in hellish pain for the whole time. He was the father of that guy and surely he should had felt sorry and guilty for what he was doing to him but since when he shrunk him and decided to get rid of him to fully enjoy his life as a single man, he stopped considering him his offspring. He didn’t wanted to ruin his life due to bad feelings, guilt, worries and other negative thoughts concerning his son and the only way to do it was forget about him and truly and deeply stop think about him… So the only and best way was to stop considering him a human and a living being at all. To him, he was now nothing but a piece of dirt stuck on his sole and he was firmly willing to leave him there for the rest of his life. With no cares, no attentions or consideration at all, forgotten. If he was going to be stepped on and horribly and painfully crushed at each single step he took, that was noone of his business. -He will suffer a lot, i know… poor guy! Will be hellish for him… but well, too bad for him! I can’t enjoy my own life if i have to care for a son and doesn’t matter if he’ll go to live who knows where… i’d know he’s there, somewhere and one day could come back bothering me and ruining the new life i’m gonna build for myself. No, no way! It’s me or him and i surely choose me!- thought the father during the first day he shrunk his son and attached him to his heel -i know it’s mean and a drastic decision, but we are talking about my happiness! I just wanted to shrink him and step on him, ending him quickly! But no, his genetic had to combine unexpectedly with the shrinking and make him restorable! That wasn’t part of my plans… It’s not my fault but his! Yes, maybe i did a mistake to put him into the world and i know he didn’t asked for it… not his fault, i admit it. But as I gave him life, now I got all rights to take it back! He’s mine, I own him and if I decide he’s going to spend his life as a piece of dirt under my heel, that’s how he’s going to “live”… if we can call it life...- he went on, almost like trying to convince and justify himself for what he was doing and prevent him from feeling guilty. The first days he often found himself thinking about him, propping his feet up more then he usually used to do when relaxing… or while sitting somewhere or standing, he felt like keeping his left heel, the one he trapped his son under, lifted from the floor like a pale attempt to show at least a hint of mercy. Each time, however, he realized that he was allowing his son to still affect his life and it wasn’t what he wanted -No! I don’t have to act differently just cause he’s down there… I have to stop caring and thinking about him! It’s just a matter of habit...- he advised himself and usually purposely just dropped his heel down, crushing the poor helpless son mercilessly. So days passed, then weeks and eventually he truly got used to that, stopping to act differently just cause his son was under his heel, stopping to considering him and most of all, to feel bad for him… “Ah! Found it!” said out loud in excitement the man at his desk when he finally managed to find what he was seeking for and sending to his phone a mail with a picture and an address. He could had printed it, yes, but always tried to spare paper, he cared for environment. Despite what he was doing to his son, his cruel little (also literally!) secret, he still liked to consider himself a good man. Suddenly he rised his left foot up, allowing the tiny guy to restore and placing it on his other knee to expose comfortably his own sole and him to view. His ice cold gaze stopped on the minuscule creature on his heel for awhile, watching him squirm and cry in pure desperation like he usually did really. He noticed in amusement how he was biting hard his lips trying with all himself to not bed or make any sounds, just like he ordered him before. He was honestly a bit surprised and pleased by the effort he was putting to obey him but for sure he wasn’t going to give that and him any positive comment. Instead he just focused on the always impressive size difference between him and his foot and he just grimaces down at him in disgust “pffft… jeez you’re so pathetic...” he mumbled before reaching for him with his giant fingers. Unexpectedly for the sobbing son, he grabbed his tiny right foot and started to pull, ripping off the tape that kept him trapped there and peeling him off his heel. The little guy couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe this was truly happening and was so surprised it came so out of the blue. He was begging and dreaming for this since the very first moment and now finally he was being freed? He didn’t knew why and his mind start racing… -He is setting me free? Oh my god! Yes! Finally! I can’t believe it! But why now? What made him change his mind? Did he regretted what he’s doing? Maybe it’s cause I didn’t screamed loud and obeyed? But why he just said i’m so pathetic, looking at me so disgusted? Is this his way to show me mercy?- pondered the little guy, still not daring to speak but whatever was the reason, being deeply happy to be set free from his hellish prison. The man rises him in front of his handsome giant face and jeep stare at him, while he dangle from his fingers that held him by a foot. The tiny guy had turned so skinny, pale, looking so beated, dirty and smelling just like his foot… Sadistically he couldn’t help but felt amused by such a view and took a moment to just enjoy it. The little son was so confused and felt so unsure, despite feeling so uncomfortable both to be held upside down like that and also stared so intently considering his nakedness and miserable conditions. However, while tears kept running down his cheeks, he couldn’t help but say “Thank you! Oh my god thank you so much! Thank you! Thanks!” he kept repeating. His tiny voice and thanks had an unexpected reaction from his father that just looked surprised and even confused, rising an eyebrow like he wasn’t getting why he was so thankful “Uh?”. Soon enough, however, he do realize the misunderstanding and it makes him chuckle heartily “ahahaha… jeez! Are you…? Are you thanking me cause you think i’m setting you free? Ahahah...” he laughed more and shook his head. This, of course quickly killed all the hopes of the tiny guy and made him worry and scared again “b.. but… but it...” he could only stutter before his father spoke again while slowly returning serious, covering his tiny voice with his much more powerful one “No, you stupid piece of dirt...” he start saying while putting down his left foot from his knee, and changing position, now placing his right foot on the left knee “I’m just moving you to my other foot!” he explain him while loosing no time he already start lowering him down toward it. The tiny guy was sent back into desperation and fear in no time when he is lowered back toward the foot of his father, left or right one made no difference at all for him! “noooooo… oh my god no! Please! No no! Don’t put me back there! I beg you dad! Please!” this time he couldn’t help to cry out, squirming and struggling all he could to avoid it. For the man required no effort to just push him against his other heel and with the tip of his index finger on his tiny back, hold him there while making sure all the tapes would stick properly on his skin. While doing so, he went on speaking “I got a surprise for you! I found the perfect way to fix our “little privacy issue”… But for that I need my left heel free from you. Don’t ask me why but I got a preference for keeping you there then under my right one...” he shrugged “but for today will do! Now, we’re heading to a place and tonight you’ll see...” he grinned and lowers his foot back down, totally ignoring the screams and pleads of his son. Without a care, he just stood back up, smearing him once again and heading to his bedroom to pick up a pair of grey short socks before heading to the bathroom. Using the bidet, he washed only his left foot before putting his socks on. The little guy soon found himself not only taped to the heel, but now also pressed by the strong fabric of the sock. With that, he stood back up, now totally used to hear the faint cracks and pops the minuscule body of his son used to do at each step. He just went to the house entrance, wearing a pair of sneakers he used to leave by the door before leaving, closing the door behind him. After about 45 minutes of constant unforgiving walking for the poor trapped tiny guy, a bell warned he had entered on some kind of shop. What was his father up to now? What did he had in mind? What other horrors were expecting him? The son’s mind was filled with fear and questions...