You didn’t sit here on purpose, it was the only vacant chair when you got on this train… Her bare smooth legs are set in front of you, and down below a pair of beautiful feet inside an expensive set of sandals. You look down, trying to avoid eye contact, but you do get glimpses of her face… She’s much older than you, perhaps even her early 40s… But if you saw just her legs you wouldn’t say she’s older than 30… She’s putting on some makeup and staring at herself in a small mirror, it’s clear...

It started a year ago, you and your girlfriend stumbled upon Mrs. Beast in the street. You were sort of a hippie couple, walking mostly barefoot, that’s what probably caught her eye, and what made her think of this sick challenge. On the line was 1 million dollars, if you agree to spend the next year as your wife’s tiny foot slave. With long daily sessions being recorded and streamed on Mrs Beast channels. The rules were clear and elaborated. Your life is to be streamed 24/7. You must be kept...

“The most vital part of your work is the callous, your job is to remove it, heal the skin, the goal here is to have my feet soft and smooth”, she reads from her smartphone. You’re 2 inches tall in front of your former accountant’s foot, watching her finger pointing at different parts of her sole as she describes how the next 3 years of your life are going to look like, you stare idly and listen. You had no choice, you went for it. Last night you met with her at the shrinking center and went...