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SECRET OF A STRANGER – A flaw in the plan [Short story – Cha..
🕑 Added 2021-07-14 13:45:46 +0000 UTC SECRET OF A STRANGER – A flaw in the plan [Short story – Chapter 2 - Part 1] [Since many of you asked for it… here it is! The story continue… hope you’ll like it… ;-) ] Once done with his shopping afternoon and after the unexpected meeting with the curious guy at the shop, the misterious father walked back home, purposely stepping hard on his left foot and heel at each step to be sure to pulverize his minuscle son, trapped down there. The gesture came out of annoyance for almost having been unmasked about his little secret and in his opinion, if someone had to be blamed for that, surely wasn’t him and his lack of foresight… He could had found another place to keep him, or simply going out with socks and shoes instead of flip flops but... No! If someone had to be blamed, it was his now minuscule son. He perfectly knew he could have done better and be more careful, but fair or not, he wasn’t going to admit his faults and like so many other times in the past, once home, he was going to scold his son. The weather outside was warm and it made him quite sweaty and so his feet, but the tiny creature was safely stuch there under him and he knew there was no way he could slip away. Enjoying the nice day, he kept on walking and after about 40 minutes, he finally came back home.. Sadly it wasn’t the same for the minuscule guy, for him it has been the worst and most hellish day ever. Not even in his worst nightmares and darkest thoughts he ever imagined one could feel so much pain… having his body pounded by a large titanical heel with an impossible weight, destroying each single bone and reducing them into powder, smearing his flesh and organs… Just to have it rise off of him, allowing his minuscule frame to restore and take a breath filled with a strong manly foot smell, enough to allow his tiny lungs to provide enough air to have a scream escape his mouth, before being steamrolled again… over and over… As if that wasn’t bad enough, there was more adding to it. It wasn’t only physically painful, but also emotionally. Not only it was humiliating, being stepped on and crushed like a bug or a piece of dirt, feeling totally worthless, insignificant, helpless… To that it was adding the fact that it wasn’t a strange giant beast doing that, one of those monsters of the most known tales, not even an evil god or an enemy seeking revenge. It was his father, the man he always looked up as a point of reference, the man that had his full trust and love, the man supposed to take care of him and protect him… The little guy was starting to believe he ended up in hell... Once inside, the man shutted the door closed behind him and kicked off his flip flops by the door before starting to walk toward the kitchen, feeling in need of a fresh drink. While doing that, he kept walking and doing like his little son didn’t even existed down there aside for the fact that suddenly he started to speak with him “So… You worthless piece of shit… do you think that’s the way of behaving uh? Did you wanted to put your father into troubles?” while he reached the fridge and grabbed a cold beer, opening it with an easy and quick gesture and taking a refreshing sip before continuing “Is that what you wanted to do? Uh? Do you think a pathetic piece of dirt like you can mess with ME? You were trying to be seen and discovered, i know that… Oh! Oh! Do you take me for a fool? Do you think i didn’t heard all those annoying buzzing noises you kept making? Like a fucking mosquito!” saying that, out of anger he stomped hard his heel down and started twisting it. The poor helpless little guy, indeed was making those noises, he kept screaming to the top of his lungs whenever he had the chance, out of pure desperation and agony. Once again he was crushed violently and immediatly, smeared into nothing while the immense heel of his father was grounding him. All he could do, was suffer and take the anger and punishment of his father, fair or not it would be… “That's it, insect, all flattened and SILENT! That's how you must stay... Oh i’m soo gonna teach you what happens when you try to fool ME! You wanted to be found and rescued, so all this would be over. You wanted to get away from me and ruin my new life free of all those duties and burdens. But that didn't and it's not gonna work. It’s never gonna happen! My son is gone, disappeared… That’s what happened, that’s what everyone knows and it’s not gonna change. You’re just dirt under my feet now...” he said while keep grinding his heel hard on his already crushed tiny son. He went on for a minute or two, that for the tiny guy seemed to last an eternity, taking some more refreshing sips of his cold beer. All this helped to calm him down a little, after the initial outburst caused by the annoyance and yes, even some anger and frustration he kept inside for the whole way back home, he had to release it. Now it was fading away and he finally rise the foot he used to crush his son, to take a step toward the other room to then reach the desk with his pc. “You know? None of this would had been necessary if you simply just died...” he said while reaching the desk and sat down on the expensive black leather office chair “A good stomp and you could had been crushed, like any other bugs… Simple, easy, maybe even close to painless… I wanted to be merciful and provide you a quick death… But no!” he went on “you had to mess with the shrinking process, you had to be restorable… jeez i swear i can’t even get how you could come out of me… Your biology and genes always been wrong, on other sunjects the shrinkind worked perfectly! But on you… pfffft… Look what happened... And so you stubbornly don’t wanna die.” While speaking to his minuscule son he kept taped on his heel, he turned on the pc and started to surf on the web as if he was in search of something. Just by coincidence and cause he was more comfortable in that position, he kept his heels slightly lifted off the floor, allowing the poor tiny guy to restore and scream. Of course he was desperate and, crushed or not, he could always and easily hear the powerful voice of his now gigantic father “Pleaseeeeee… oh my god please! Please! Dad! I beg you! Stop it! No more! No more! Set me free! That’s not my fault… it's not my fault if when you shrunk me somehow i turned restorable! I swear! I don’t even know how all that works! Please! I can’t go on like this! I’ll do anything! Anything! I’ll stay still and silent whenever you want me to stay… i’ll do whatever you’ll tell me! Just please, not this! Pleaseeee...” he kept crying and begging. Continue...
