At the foot of the table sat Saj’s son, his face a mask of hesitance and discomfort. Across from him sat Saman and Mehak, Saj’s nieces, their faces twisted into smirks as they began to taunt the son.
“Hey, ugly,” Saman called out, her voice dripping with venom. “You look like you could use a good meal.”
Mehak chimed in, dangling a piece of bacon in front of the son’s face. “Beg for it, ugly. Beg for every last bite.”
Saj, not one to stand for disrespect, slapped Saman across the face. “We do not speak to family that way,” she growled.
But Saman and Mehak were undeterred. They began to remove their shoes and socks, revealing their perfectly pedicured feet. They dangled the food in front of the son, teasing him and making him beg for it.
Saj, amused by the display, encouraged her nieces to continue. “He needs to learn his place,” she said.
The son, starving and humiliated, began to eat the food off of Saman and Mehak’s feet. They laughed and mock him, calling him names and making fun of his desperation.
Saj, growing impatient, slapped the son when he didn’t eat fast enough. “You will finish every last bite,” she commanded.
The son, tears streaming down his face, continued to eat the food off of Saman and Mehak’s feet. Mano, disgusted by the display, stood up and left the table. “I will not be a part of this,” she said.
Saj, unphased, continued to watch as Saman and Mehak force fed the son. The son, defeated and humiliated, finished every last bite.
Saman and Mehak, victorious, put their shoes and socks back on and left the table, laughing.
Saj, a cruel smile on her face, looked at her son. “Now, that’s a breakfast of champions,” she said.
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