SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved [Chapter 3 - Part 3] ..

SECRET OF A STRANGER – Problem solved [Chapter 3 - Part 3] In the morning, the giant man woke up after having passed a wonderful and comfortable night, he stretched some, relaxed and took his time to go take a p i s s and then have a good breakfast before finally deciding to go check for his son and fix the problem with him once and for all. After so many hours of pure agony, the poor tiny guy was exhausted and just wished once again he could die and have all this pain be gone once and for all, but he wasn’t going to be so lucky, sadly. He was still writhing in pain and if his body wouldn’t be painted in pitch black, he’d be as pale as a ghost. “Morning little piece of dirt!” said out loud the father, approaching the desk with the small vase with the plant and his tiny son spiked on the toothpick “let’s see if you’re ready...” continued reaching for him with his index finger and touching him some, thing that just made him sink deeper on the spiked wooden pole, something that made him gurgled even more in agony. However, despite he simply didn’t cared, that wasn’t his purpose right now but just to check if the ink was dry. Infact he then checked his thumb and it was still clean, meaning he was ready and dry. “very well, you’re ready… let’s proceed then.” he announced, sitting down on his desk chair and once again propping his left tattooed foot on the right knee. At the same time, he grabbed his tiny son between his thumbs and pulled him off the toothpick while with the other hand he opened the desk drawer and pulled out the permanent glue he bought the day before. Opening the cap, he poured it on his son’s front side, from face to feet, just having care to not glue too much his own fingers too. The tiny guy, was still injured and not yet restored and flailed his tiny limbs frantically to avoid what his father was doing to him, but like each and every time, it was totally useless. Once done, the man just positioned him over the tattoo on his heel and held him in place for awhile with the tip of his finger. While waiting for the glue to dry he spoke “Now, you’ll become nothing more then a tattoo on my foot… even if someone would spot you, they’ll just mistake you for an unusual tattoo and noone will ever check or doubt you are anything else...” he explained “So this is going to be our very last interaction cause from now on, to me you will be nothing but a tattoo, my son, will finally stop to exist! So, i’ll guess I should ask you… any last words?” he questioned, while rising his finger off his tiny body, knowing the glue was dry by now. The tiny guy was totally in fear and tried to squirm and struggle with all his strength but he didn’t even budge. He knew his father really meant it, after this very moment, he wasn’t going to be able to have his attention anymore and so, receive any mercy. He was going to be condemned to spend the rest of his existence under his father heel and be stepped on and crushed at each single step! Countless times each and every day for years and years… He couldn’t even stand the thought of it, but sadly he didn’t really had a choice. The only thing he could do, was use his last words for one last attempt to gain any mercy from his father “D… dad! Daddy...” he corrected himself, trying to call him like when he was younger, hoping that would move him a bit but at the same time he realized that it probably wasn’t appropriate anymore so he changed again “God… God please! I beg you to have mercy of me! don’t do this… please! Why do I deserve something like this! Please! Just please! i’ll do anything! Anything!” he cryed out, also struggling to speak cause also half of his face was now glued to the thick smelly skin of the giant heel. The giant man allowed him a moment to speak, just staring down at him and actually checking the result of his whole idea to turn him into a tattoo, but also listened the pathetic pleads. He wasn’t expecting nothing different really but when he heard him call him god, that made him rise his eyebrow in surprise “uh? God… really?” he burst out laughing and shook his head “Jeez you’re pathetic… we’re done here.” he stated in conclusion, the scene was so pathetic that a part of him was just disgusted and decided to just end it, lowering his foot down and just standing up without a hint of hesitation, barely feeling a thing, if not a very faint pop under his heel as he crush the tiny guy so mercilessly. However he couldn’t help but keep chuckle while walking away from the desk, still shaking his head and also find it funny “God… pffft...” he mumbled while he actually felt something twitch into his boxer at the thought -God… that sounded nice I admit…- and a pleased grin formed on his lips. After that, he truly fully ignored his minuscule son, just going on with his life and truly forgetting about his existence, now fully relaxed noone would ever see him or recognize him as a living being. During several occasions, hang outs with friends or movie nights, he could prop his barefeet up on the coffee table in front of the sofa, lean back and just relax knowing noone would pay much attention to his new tattoo… One of his friends did noticed it though during one of the first times “What is that thing?” asked pointing to it. “Uh? That? My tattoo...” simply replied the man with a shrug. “On the bottom of the heel? To make it looks like you crushed that sort of… what is that, a tribal angel? That’s odd...” questioned the friend with a startled expression. He just shrugged again with nonchalance “Yeah… why not? I liked it...” “you’re crazy!” and with them both starting to chuckle that was the end of the conversation. Some months later, he was relaxing on the beath, taking some sun and a passerby, a bodybuilder, noticed something on his heel and without even stopping he commented “Nice tattoo man!” something that would make him grin. His secret, was safe...