The dimly lit dining room of Saj’s luxurious mansion was a scene of opulence and decadence. A heavy chandelier hung above the table, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished marble floor. At the head of the table sat Saj, a woman of power and cruelty, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and malice. Her daughter, Mano, and nieces, Lila and Zara, sat on either side of her, their high heels clicking against the marble floor as they shifted in their seats.
The clinking of silverware against china was the only sound in the room, until the door opened and a figure was brought in. Saad, Saj’s son, was pushed into the room, his hands bound behind his back. He was made to kneel on a cushion at their feet, his eyes wide with shock and fear.
Saj leaned back in her chair, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Tonight, my dear son, we shall dine in a most unique way. You will be our feast, and we shall feed you with our feet.”
Mano let out a wicked laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, Saad, don’t look so shocked. You’ve always been our little servant boy, haven’t you?”
Lila and Zara giggled, showing off their high heels. “Yes, Saad, we’ve picked out some special shoes just for you.”
Saj placed a bowl of rice on the floor, her lips curling into a smirk. “Begin, my dears. Let’s see how well our little pig can eat from our feet.”
Mano dangled a piece of chicken over Saad’s mouth, teasing him before dropping it into the rice. Saad hesitated, but the women urged him on. “Eat, Saad, eat!”
Saj placed a blindfold over his eyes. “No peeking, Saad. You must trust your senses.”
As Saad ate from their feet, the women laughed and made playful insults. “Such a good boy, Saad. You’re almost like a real human.”
Saj grew impatient. “Faster, Saad! We have more courses to enjoy.”
Lila and Zara took turns feeding him, their heels digging into his skin. Mano decided to up the ante. “Let’s make this more interesting. Handgag, mother?”
Saj grins, pulling out a silk handkerchief. She stuffs it into Saad’s mouth, silencing his protests. The women continue to feed him, their insults growing harsher. “Open wider, Saad. You’re going to need to eat a lot more if you want to please us.”
As the night wore on, the women grew more and more cruel, their insults cutting deeper and deeper. But Saad, bound and gagged, had no choice but to submit to their will, his body trembling with fear and humiliation. And all the while, Saj watched with a mixture of amusement and contempt, her heart growing colder and more cruel with every passing moment.
The Feast of Shame was just beginning.
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