HER LAST SACRIFICE
By DG - dg_2001x@yahoo.com

(Inspired in a plot by Ronald)


Debts had been strangling her for months, since she lost her work. And the worst had just arrived a week ago, when the eviction notice came and she had to leave the small flat she used to call "home". She had nowhere to go, no family, no friends anymore. Tears fell of her blue eyes and soaked her naked, delicate feet as she remembered how she roamed for hours in the dark streets with all she had in the world, a suitcase with few clothings and some books... just to be attacked by thieves that took all that from her and, not happy with that, threw her to the floor and with savage laughter removed the boots and socks of her feet while she screamed, afraid to death.

Thanks God they left without hurting her... those were not rapists, but robbers. Now, hungry, cold, the pretty girl had to hide and look for remnants of food in dark alleys and trash bins, even competing with dogs and cats.

She was not beautiful, but was not far from being so. She was 22 years old, tall, slender but with curves and nicely shaped and firm breasts. Light brown hair, big blue eyes with long eyelashes adn lovely eyebrows. Straight, pretty nose, somewhat pouty lips and perfect teeth. Well proportioned arms that ended in delicate hands with long fingers. Long legs, well toned. And her feet... Her feet were long and slender, with high arches and long toes. Elegant feet that could have served as a model for a Greek artist to make a statue of Afrodite or Diana. Her soles were dirty, black, with all kind of grime adhered to them. And they hurt... she was not used to being barefoot and had remained so for a whole week. She had had to walk on coarse pavement, on sharp gravel as she fleed from the police, even on broken glass shards, from bottles she found in the alleys. Her feet had suffered a lot in the recent days but that had not diminished their beauty. On the contrary, amazing as it was, the dirt highlighted the shape of her feet, the curves, by just leaving her arches clean and soft.

***

This must be a nightmare, she tought, as she woke up with a beating heart in the middle of the night. She started crying again. She was hungry as usual, but that was not the reason. She was fed up with this, she was ashamed of those ragged clothes that scarcely gave her any protection against the cold wind. She took a look at her feet... Barefoot! What a shame! She observed her dirty feet and then the pain came back... she hold her left foot to see her sole, black, dirty, with cuts and gashes here and there. How long would she endure this? Did her life had any value? Living like this was a life, actually?

***

Three months had passed. Spring had come. She had survived the Winter time! It was a blessing that it didn't snow in this town, but the weather had been really cold and she had endured some heavy rain too. Anyways, days were longer and warmer now, and with Spring her hopes came back. She had started to become used to this. Her ragged clothes were almost falling into pieces when a lady with a golden heart gave some used clothes to her, may God bless her! And her feet had gotten used to mistreat and abuse. Her soles had toughened up and, in fact, she was thankful for that and had started to like it. Now her soles were her shoes. They didn't hurt anymore. Now she could wander the streets and even run on sharp gravel and coarse broken cement streets. BUt from time to time, more often that she'd like, a glass sliver, metal debris and thorns managed to penetrate her toughened,leathery skin. She was used to that. She had to stop for a while, check her soles to assess the damage and remove what had hurt her. No time for crying, she had just keep walking.

***

He had been observing this girl for days. How she lived, how she looked for food in the garbage, how she slept hidden in a corner covered with rags and cardboard sheets. Under all that grime, below all that unkempt hair, there was a jewel. She was pretty indeed, and the hard living had made her fit, strong, muscular. She was like a wild animal, free, natural. And her feet... her feet were what actually draw his attention to her. All the mistreat hadn't destroyed the beauty of such slender feet. On the contrary, the forced excercise, the extreme conditions had toned her feet and had made them strong and fit. He wondered how tough her soles were, and what they could endure. During the nights he dreamed about putting those feet, those soles into endurance tests. He imagined using them as living ashtrays, having this girl dancing barefoot on broken glass, running with thumbtacks embedded on her soles, being beaten with a three tailed whip as she moaned in pain and pleasure...

***

She saw him approaching. She had no escape, this was a cul-de-sac and the good looking man was in the only entrance. Then she hear his voice, saying he had observing her and that he could save her. He offered her a house, clothings, food, a warm bath, a cozy bed... a living!

- Why would you do all that for me, sir?
- I'm offering you a job
- And that will be my wages?
- Yes, plus money
- What should I have to do? she said, deeply interested. Was he an angel, or a demon?
- You'll have to be mine... my maid...and...
- And???
- And my slavegirl. You'll belong to me, in body and soul.

Her whole body shivered. She was afraid. But something inside told her, screamed her to think about it. What did she had to lose? She had NOTHING. She had been living like an animal, worse than an animal as she was or used to be human and was not used to that, to begging, to harsh weather, to starvation... her belly spoke instead of her brain, and she said..

- What will I have to do to get your mercy?
- The house chores, of course. And please me in some fantasies. Don't be afraid, I won't touch you against your will, I swear it.
- What will I get in exchange?
- A fair salary, for you to use as you wish. You'll live in my home, have your own room, a comfortable bed, food, comfort...but no shoes...
- Will you keep me barefoot, why?
- Because your feet were what brought me to you. They are beautiful and strong, and I appreciate that... Your feet are the gate to salvation, don't you realize?
- I do... what else? I see there's something hidden... you said my body and soul would be yours.
- Yes, specially your feet. I like your feet, your soles must be strong for sure. I want to put them into endurance tests... actually, I want to punish them, torture them...

As she heard that, her blue eyes became wide open. She had to sell herself to Him in order to live. She had to sell her feet to Him!

- No way then, I prefer to die! What use is it in living a life of comfort if I'll be maimed for life, if you will destroy my feet with your torments?
- Not so fast my girl! How you dare to think I could destroy so much beauty? Who you think I am? I am an artist who appreciates the beauty of your feet! I'd never cause any permanent damage to your feet, leave no scars to your soles. NEVER, understand? I'll hurt them, I'll offer you pain, you'll pay for your life with your suffering, your feet will be the key. But I swear no permanent damage will be caused to them. I'll torture your soles in unimaginable ways, your suffering will reach extremes you've never ever dreamt of, but your tough soles will endure them and won't be scarred, I swear.

She looked around... garbage, poverty, starvation. Her ragged clothes, her dirty hair, her filthy feet. This was not a life at all. She looked at him. He wasn't a psycho, he wasn't a monster, just a man, an artist with a passion, who had found, finally, his Muse.

- Take care on me. I am yours. My feet are yours. Honour your part of the deal and I'll do the same with mine. Take me with you, Master.

A big smile appeared on his face. He hugged the girl who had approached him slowly, walking on bare feet, as a little pup. She had made the last sacrifice, had given herself to him. He covered her with his coat and, softly, carefully, took her to his house.