Diagnosed, part 3

[part 3]

Erin had never touched somebody else's feet in her life. Not because she was afraid so, but because somebody so snobby and with her sense of entitlement had never found herself in a situation that required her to get anywhere near somebody's foot. To be catapulted in  the position where the sole of a foot was basically the only thing she could see was pretty traumatic. She would have never even gotten close to it if she hadn't sensed something off in Rachel's tone. While she pounded the wall of flesh in front of her with her bare hands, she thought of a plan where something like that would not happen anymore. She could pretend that she had done this as a joke. Or maybe she could pull of the excuse that she had wanted to do a favor to her sister for taking care of her. But there was no doubt that the power dynamics were drastically shifting in favor of the younger girl. 

"Erin, this feels amazing!" Rachel said out of the blue, actually scaring her sister. "Do the other one now" the gigantic girl shifted her legs so her other foot would face her tiny sister. No -please-, no sign of a question. Just a simple sentence that sounded an awful lot like an order. Erin swallowed hard, but decided to comply. She simply didn't have the energy to argue. Despite the fact that Rachel's feet had just been washed, she couldn't help but feel the uncleaniness on her hands. She couldn't wait to shower and get that feeling away. 

Rachel had her insisting for much longer on this other foot for some reason. And Erin noticed that she'd become much less responsive over time. While at first she actually moaned when she would hit a sensitive spot, she had gradually lost her reactions to the point where she wouldn't even flex her toes like she had done for half an hour. What was worse, Erin was getting tired. She was in pretty good shape, but the constant pounding and kneading had taken a toll on her arms. "Rachel?" she called. But the only response came from her stupid netflix show playing on her laptop. "Rach?" she asked, louder this time. "I can't believe this shit!" she screamed. Rachel had actually fallen asleep! God she was unnerving. "Rachel wake up!" she said while punching the sole of the gigantic foot in front of her. In a fit of rage, she actually bit the arch. She hadn't thought about it, and as soon as she did, she realized how gross it had been, but at least it had worked. "OW!" she heard Rachel say. The girl instictively kicked her whole body away, and for a second Erin found herself buried under the mass of a car sized foot. "What the fuck, Erin!" She said, picking her sister in her hand. "Did you bite me?". 

Despite the fact that she was literally in her sister's hands, Erin was furious. That had been so disrespectful on Rachel's part, and she wanted to make sure she knew that. "You fell asleep! You have any idea how hard it was to rub your stupid feet? This is the last time i do you a favor!" Rachel didn't look impressed. She gave her a tired look, then just said "Whatever" And opened the hamster cage. "Wait, i need to take a shower!" Erin was of course referring to the fact that until she bought her a miniature room, she would depend on her to actually reach the bathroom and at least wash herself under the faucet in the sink. "I'm tired, Er" was the only thing that Rachel said before closing the cage door and going back to bed. "Get up you stupid brat!" Erin screamed, but Rachel's only response was "Go to bed Rachel! God, you're annoying!". Go to bed? That was her response? How the hell dare she! "You get up NOW you bitch, and take me to the sink! I smell like feet because of you!" Rachel didn't move. She huffed, like even speaking would bother her, and said "If you make me get up from this bed, i swear i'll bury you so far down my laundry basket, it'll take you two days to climb out." 

There was no way she was serious, right? Erin thought. Then why couldn't she get herself to answer back? The answer took some time to come to her. She looked at what she'd called bed the day before, and realized that the possibility of actually ending among some dirty laundry wasn't just very real, but also that Rachel was absolutely capable of both thinking and doing something like that to her. She didn't dare answer back, and it was apparently enough. Rachel was silent, her breathing became gradually slower, and deeper. She had fallen asleep; and Erin was stuck in her cage, with just a dirty sock to shield her from the cold. When would this madness stop? Hadn't she carried this sick joke for long enough? She had to get her an actual home eventually. With this on her mind, she climbed inside the sock, and fell asleep, dreaming of when she used to have her own pillow.

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead" Rachel poked her with her index finger. "It's late even for me!" It was past eleven. "You know mom gets mad when we wake up so late. Anyway i brought you breakfast" She deposited a small plate on the table next to Erin's cage. It did smell amazing, but something was off. It was literal leftovers from what Rachel had just eaten. "Rachel! I'm not a dog!" she said when she came back to her senses. "I can't eat like that!". Rachel rolled her eyes, then grabbed Erin and put her inside the plate. "Well, mom said it's my responsibility so she's not making you meals, but i'm not going to cook for two. Plus, that's more than enough for you" Rachel added, while pushing a lump of beaten egg that looked like it would suffice the shrunken girl for the whole day. She did have a point, but it was so humiliating. "Also, you have to pay for what you did yesterday! It freaking hurt, you know?" She was referring to the fact that she'd bitten her foot, and to make her point more evident, she slammed her heel on the table so Erin could see better. "See? You even left a mark." It was true. There was a tiny bit mark just below the mid toes. "You're so funny!" Rachel teased her. "You put my foot in your mouth and now you're complaining for some leftover food" she snickered while she put her leg back on the ground. "Gross." She added while leaving the room. 

Erin unwillingly ate her food, and now more than ever she needed a shower. Rachel came back a few minutes later, and sat with her back on her bed, playing with her phone while Erin finished eating. The girl's mother entered the room and gave a disgusted look at the naked girl eating with her hands from inside the plate. "Jesus, Erin" she scolded her. What was her fault? "But mom" She tried to say. But the woman interrupted her "What are you, an animal? Clean her up, Rachel, this is disgusting!" Rachel didn't even raise her eyes from her phone. "Sure" she answered. "Later". Donna raised her voice. "Young lady, this is supposed to give you responsibility. This doesn't look like responsibility" their mother added, pointing at a distraught Erin, like she was a misbehaving pet. "UGH" Rachel said, standing up from her bed and throwing her phone away. "God, you're annoying" she said to her sister, whose only fault was to be unable to tend to herself. She grabbed in her hand, took her to the bathroom and gave her a quick wash under the running faucet that almost had her drown. "There, happy?" She said when she came back to her room. She deposited her on her desk, and laid back on her bed. Donna rolled her eyes and left. Her mother was the only person who could have actually helped her, yet she seemed so distant. Why was she treating her like that? Erin silently cried, while she tried to rub herself dry with a napkin that Rachel had brought along with her food.

The girls barely spoke for the rest of the day, but it was apparent that Rachel considered Erin like a nuisance rather than somebody in need of her help. What was clear was that the older girl had quickly lost her demanding tone, and she had started using the word "please" much more often. Erin was afraid that Rachel would ask her to rub her feet again that night, but luckily for her, she hadn't brought back the argument again, and for sure, she would not dare speaking of what had happened.

Three days had passed without any major incidents, and the two sisters seemed to coexist pretty pacifically. Erin thought it was the right time to ask Rachel for an actual bed, and stop that stupid dirty sock situation. Rachel had accepted, and had bought her a miniature bed specifically made for shrinking virus victims on Amazon. She had even let her choose the color. "It'll be here in three days" she said, while completing the purchase. "You know, this is pretty expensive" Rachel had said, teasingly. It was true, she had seen the price tag. "I know there's no way that you can actually pay me back, soooo...." The bitch definitely wanted something from her. She didn't leave much room to interpretation "I know a nice way you can pay me back" she said, raising her socked foot to her level while she was on the desk.  "Foot, Erin, Erin, foot." She said, like she was introducing two people to each other. "Oh, you two have met?" she laughed at her own stupid joke. "Well, you'll see each other tonight again" She said, letting her leg go. Then she was off to practice, leaving Erin alone with the perspective of rubbing her feet again that night.

She had hoped she would forget for some miracle, but apparently Rachel had given it a lot of thought. "Hey, tiny masseuse" she had greeted her when she'd come back home, leaving no margin of hope. While she was preparing for bed, she took off her socks, and used the one she had just removed to replace the one in the cage. "There. And you say i don't care about you" she added while sitting cross-legged on her bed with her sister in her hand. She prepared her favorite show on netflix, then dropped Erin on the mattress close to her right foot. "Go on, do your thing" she said, not even looking in her direction. Erin didn't have the strength in her to say no. She approached the source of her torments, and put her hands on it. She pushed, twisted and kneaded, hearing the girl moaning in pleasure above her, and hating every second of it. "You're pretty good at this, you know that? I think i've found your purpose" Rachel said. It was probably meant to be a compliment, but to Erin, it only meant that she was condemned to do something like this more often. 

When Rachel switched foot, she did so in a manner that was so natural, like she was entitled to such treatment. She just retreated her leg from Erin's hands, and replaced it with the other. She didn't say anyting or excused herself in any way. That was the natural order of things. After all, Erin had massaged one already, it wasn't like she was going not do do the other, right? This time, Rachel was awake the whole time. "You were so angry the other night" she said at some point. She was laughing. "You know, i can't believe you put your mouth on my foot!" It had been an instict! She'd been so frustrated with the whole thing that she had acted on pure rage. But Rachel didn't give her time to explain herself. "Is it still there?" she asked, referring to the bit mark. It was, although it was almost completely faded. "Y-yes" Erin answered, afraid of where this conversation was drifting. "You know... It makes me sad. I care about you, i help you live a normal life..." Normal life? Naked like an animal and forced to rub a foot bigger than herself? Erin was at loss for words. "That's how you repay me? You hurt me, Erin. That's not ok." Erin knew she had to apologize. She couldn't wait to sleep in something that resembled a bed, and she was afraid that not playing along would mean to delay that moment. "I'm sorry" she said in her most sincere tone, although she meant nothing of it. "That's not enough. You have to show me!" were Rachel's horrible words. What could she want from her? Erin saw as Rachel firmly planted her heel on the mattress, so the monolithic sole was facing her directly and pointed at the spot where she'd bitten three days earlier. "Remember what Nana used to say? There's no pain that a kiss can't fix". Erin hated this moment with all her fiber. It was clear that Rachel was doing all this just because she could. And after all, was it any different from what she'd done all her life? Without giving it too much thought, she put her head forward, determined to end this madness as soon as possible. She puckered up, and gave a light kiss where the bit mark was, and immediately retreated her head.

Rachel's reaction wasn't immediate. She stood there for a few seconds, incredulous of what had just happened. Then she slowly started laughing out loud, uncapable of stopping. Actual tears were coming out of her eyes for how much she was laughing. "You really did it!" she said, unable to control herself. "I can't believe you really did it!". Erin was furious. "You told me to!" she tried to justify herself, without realizing that she was only making things worse. "Right, right" Rachel said, drying her tears. "I told you to." the subtext there was that while it was real that she'd given an order, the extraordinary fact was that Erin had followed it. Neither girl acknowledged the fact out loud, but for different reasons: Rachel because she was afraid to break the spell somehow, and Erin because she didn't want to basically say that she had become so afraid of her sister that she would blindly follow an order as soon as she was told to. Rachel picked her up, still snickering, and put her back in her cage. "Goodnight" she said, as she turned off the lights, leaving Erin alone with her thoughts.

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