Image of lost foot for the little fears flash fiction horror short story, feet

Sheโ€™d always known he was pretty kinky. He bought her a new pair of shoes every date they went on. He griped if she wore socks, smalls or tights.

“Well I do like them,” he said licking the soles of her feet. “They taste good and look like porcelain.”

She squirmed. He smirked.

She knew what was coming next. Sheโ€™d seen the hacksaw in the top drawer.


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