When I was 16 years old, I was a junior in high school. I knew this girl in my study hall, Sydney, and I've had a crush on her since the 4th grade. Blonde hair, cute smile, blue eyes. But what really caught my eye was her feet. She made me daydream for hours of her beautiful feet and the pink flip flops she'd always wear to class, doing footplay under the desk like taking off the flip flops, toe wiggling, and toe curling. She sat to the left of me, and she'd always fall asleep during study hall. While she was dozing off, I always looked at her beautiful arched feet with pink toenails. 

            About halfway through freshman year, I finally got the courage to start talking to her. It was small talk at first; we just talked about assignments and joked about teachers and stuff like that. Eventually it turned into sexting - I didn't know how to ask her for pictures of her feet. I was too scared. Later on, we started dating and I finally told her I have a foot fetish. She thought it was cute; I was so relieved. Every time I visited her house she let me worship her beautiful feet and I loved it. 

            A few months later when summer started is when I lost my virginity. One night we started getting into it and we both just "did it." It was one of the best times of my life. In fact, I didn't even have that much desire for her feet anymore. I just thought of sex and when I went over from then I didn't really do much worshiping. It went on like this for a while - it's been six weeks since we've done footplay.

            One night, after sex, I remember falling asleep in her bed. She kept kicking me in her sleep throughout the night which woke me up. I checked my phone. It was 11 PM. I then remembered that I had to go before her parents got back in the morning - they were on their honeymoon. I started packing up my things while sitting on the bed and then I got another kick in the back; this time, it was harder. I looked behind me and Sydney was sleeping far away on the bed, covered under a blanket. It would be impossible for her to kick me from that far away on the bed, as her legs were could've never reached that far. 
         
            I assumed that she had woken up and was just messing with me, like she didn't want me to leave. I smiled and hugged her one last time before I would leave.

            I whispered in her ear,

            "I'll come over in a few days, and we'll go over to the zoo."

            I turned around and zipped up my bag. Then I got another kick.

            I looked back quickly and she didn't even move. She was in the exact same position when I hugged her.
           
            Then I felt a kick on my LEG.

            I quickly jumped up and stood by the door. Something under the bed must've touched me.

            I turned on my phone flash and, at a distance, pointed it under the bed.

            Then I saw it.

            A disembodied foot, with pink toenails, being still.

            Then I saw another foot, with pink toenails, hopping on the bed next to Sydney.

            I was terrified.

            "Syd?" I whispered.

            The feet were both just staying still in the same position.

            "Syd?" I whispered louder.

            The feet were still staying still. It was almost as if they were waiting for something.

            Sydney wasn't budging. I turned for the door, and opened it halfway - but then it slammed shut before I even opened it all the way. One of the feet were on the door, sole pressed against the wood. It must've lunged from the bed. I tried pulling the doorknob harder, but the door still remained shut. The foot was pressing on it with enormous force.

            I ran to the other side of the room. I was trapped in here with two disembodied feet that won't let me leave. I tried yelling for Sydney to wake up.

            "SYD-"

            I saw the foot on the bed lunge to my face and its sole was smothering my face, preventing me from yelling. My short yell only made Sydney turn on the bed and she still stayed asleep.

            The sole was soft and smooth.

            I tried yelling again for Sydney.

            "MMM!"

            The heel was pressing against my mouth and I couldn't speak. I tried yanking off the foot, but the sole was pressing on my face too hard. The foot was practically super-glued to my face. My left eye I could still see out of, the right eye blocked by toes. I stumbled over to the bed and lifted the blanket off of Sydney's legs and I saw it; two stumps where her feet should've been. These feet were Sydney's.

            I tried shaking Sydney to wake her up, but before I got to even touch her, the other foot kicked the back of my leg making me fall back. I was now sitting against the wall.

            It was hard to breathe. The arch in the foot gave me barely enough room to breathe out of my nose, which I did for a while. I got lightheaded from struggling with the foot and I took slow, heavy breaths.

            I tried yelling again but it was no use. The foot was still covering my mouth. Every time I tried to hum loudly from my nose or try to pull the foot off of my face, the foot pressed harder, and I wouldn't be able to breathe. Eventually it would relieve pressure so I could breathe from my nose again. When I tried getting up, the other foot would kick me back down and I would be suffocated again.

            I was still sitting against the wall, and I saw the other foot kicking a piece of paper towards me. Eventually when it was on my lap, I slowly put my hand towards the paper to see if the feet would dislike it or not. Neither of them did anything. I took the paper and read: