When Anya found you wandering the streets, you couldn’t help but feel a bit lucky, she was the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met and you were more than ok to survive as a slave than survive as a bug out there.
But she was far more demanding than you’d imagine, you didn’t get any breaks, any proper meals, you couldn’t even sleep for more than an hour straight.
At nights you had to lick her feet thoroughly, if she woke up and she felt like her feet aren’t clean enough you had to spend the day on her foot bracelet, tied upside down, so after it happened once, you never let it happen again, you stayed up most of the night making sure that even the smallest speck is licked off.
She was extremely hard to please and always had a dissatisfied look on her face when she checked her feet. You kept pushing yourself harder until one day you just couldn’t take it anymore, you broke down and cried, begging her for a break.
“P-Please Anya, just one hour, my whole body is aching, I promise I’ll work harder”, you cried.
“No”, she said and placed her foot in front of you.
“I.. I can’t, please, I’m exhausted”, you bowed down, shaking and crying.
“Then I have no use for you anymore”, her foot landed on your back, slowly shoving you into her glass table, she took out her iPhone and pointed it to the mirror.
“N-No!! No please! Ok! I’ll wor-“ *CRACK*
She twisted her foot with a smirk, grinding you to a pulp, then released a sigh.
“Useless”.