A New Master
"Hey, look, slave! It's our one month anniversary." Kyle smiled at me menacingly, and turned on the tv. I sat there massaging in between his dirty big and second toes, facing the television as the overwhelming sweaty musk invaded my nostrils. You'd think that after 30 days of worshipping this teenage god's soles I would have at least got slightly used to the smell. You'd be wrong.
Kyle used to be just another one of the people in my class who I didn't really get along with. He was tall and fit (and "cool", some would say) and we never really talked. That is, until one day as I was walking home he came over and started walking with me.
"Hey, Andrew. How are you?" He said politely. I was slightly puzzled as this was the first time I'd spoken to him in a month (and that was just to ask him for a pencil). I kind of stood there awkwardly for a second before muttering "Uhh... Hi"
We kept walking until we passed an alley, at which he grabbed me and dragged me into. He clamped his hand o