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One Person's Hell is Another Person's Heaven 2
🕑 Added 2023-11-04 01:25:45 +0000 UTCAs time crawled by, Ronald and Nyxx continued their seemingly endless vigil. Nyxx remained absorbed in her magazine, and Ronald couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the other, notably unique inhabitants of Hell. Among them was this very cute zombie woman. Her arms were contorted, and it looked as if she was struggling to stand. Ronald's gaze was drawn to her broken ankle, which looked all but obliterated; a pitiful sight that stirred his sympathy as well as his desires.
As he continued to stare at her, Nyxx, ever observant, noticed his gaze and playfully waved her foot in front of his face. "Hey! I haven't given you some sort of a foot complex, have I?" she remarked, her voice teasing.
Ronald blinked, snapping out of his unintentional foot fixation. "No, not at all," he stammered. "I was just thinking about that poor zombie girl over there. She's got a broken ankle, and there are like no empty chairs for her to sit down. Maybe I should let her have this one."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ronnie." Nyxx leaned closer, concern flashing briefly in her golden yellow eyes. "In Hell, no good deed goes unpunished," she warned.
But Ronald was undeterred. He believed in the power of kindness, even in a place as dark as this. "Well, maybe Hell would be a little nicer if people did nice things for others sometime," he reasoned.
And before Nyxx could interject further, Ronald called out to the zombie girl. As she shuffled over to them, he kindly asked her if she would like to take his seat. To Ronald's surprise, she spoke in a voice that sounded unexpectedly chill and carefree. Not at all how he would have expected even a cute zombie to sound. She immediately took him up on his offer.
Ronald looked at Nyxx, subtly hinting that he wanted her to move him off the chair. He anticipated being placed on the nearby table or even in her lap. But Nyxx, being the playful demon that she was, had other plans, gently setting him on the floor in front of the chair instead.
As the zombie girl walked over to take her seat, she introduced herself with a friendly smile, explaining, "I'm Sparrow, by the way." Just as she was about to sit down, her leg bumped into Nyxx's foot, still resting on her knee.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Nyxx apologized. "Let me lower that. It would be pretty rude of me to leave my foot up so close to you like that." Ronald sighed to himself. Yet another clever jab at him. A sly grin crept onto Nyxx's face as she crossed her legs at the knees, placing her foot right back at eye level with Ronald's face.
"Thanks you two so much for offering me this seat," gushed Sparrow. "You don't realize how hard it is to stand ever since that bus smashed into me back in '66! My feet feel like they've been through a meat grinder."
Nyxx's eyes widened as a devilish idea popped into her head. She couldn't resist playing yet another trick on Ronald. "Well, you've come to the right place. Ronald is probably the nicest guy you're likely to meet down here. I'm sure he'd be happy to keep your feet elevated for you!"
Ronald's eyes widened in fear as he realized what Nyxx was suggesting.
"Really?!" asked Sparrow, with a large, toothy grin. "Are you sure, little fella? I'll be the first to admit that these feet have seen better days."
Not wanting to seem rude and still hoping to impress her, Ronald reluctantly agreed with Nyxx's sentiment, "Um, yes, of course. I'd be h-happy to help."
Without skipping a beat, Sparrow ecstatically kicked off her worn out Birkenstock sandals and lifted her bare feet onto Ronald's face, effectively engulfing it.
"Ooh!" Sparrow sighed with ecstasy, "You don't realize just how good that feels. Thank you so much!" She leaned back in her seat, her undead feet covering Ronald's face, making his response almost completely unintelligible through her toes.
"Ronald just loves to help people," Nyxx chimed in, her tone oozing with faux pride. "He also takes great satisfaction in his foot cleaning skills."
Sparrow laughed, her voice carefree. "I can tell. I can feel his wet little tongue wriggling around between my toes."
In reality, Ronald was struggling to breathe through the overwhelming stench of Sparrow's feet. Desperation welled up within him as he sought any opening to escape the olfactory nightmare. Compared to Nyxx's foot, which had hovered just inches from his face, Sparrow's feet were a realm of sweat, saltiness, and an indescribable taste he couldn't avoid. The more he tried to free himself, the tighter her toes gripped his face.
Nyxx and Sparrow continued their lively conversation for hours, as if Ronald were no longer present, despite the fact that Sparrow's feet continued to shift and press against his face while he cleaned them for her. The relentless aroma and taste were a constant reminder of the predicament he'd willingly walked into.
Throughout this bizarre ordeal, Nyxx's prophetic words continued to echo in Ronald's mind: "No good deed goes unpunished." It seemed that in Hell, kindness had its own peculiar price, and Ronald had learned that lesson all too well.
Their conversation was suddenly cut short when Sparrow's number was unexpectedly called. Shocked, she immediately stood up, unceremoniously releasing Ronald from his footcare duties. She quickly slid her recently cleaned feet back into her sandals and excitedly rushed off to her meeting. Before she left, she turned back and thanked Nyxx for the lovely conversation and for allowing her to use her "foot slave" to clean her feet. Ronald wanted to protest, seeing how Sparrow misread his and Nyxx's relationship, but he was too bewildered to speak, and Sparrow had already shuffled away.
"Aww, poor baby," Nyxx mocked, reveling in Ronald's dismay. "Better luck next time, buddy. But for now," she said, sliding him over with her foot to face her chair, "let's see how well you fare with these size 13's."
"WHAT?!" Ronald was shocked. "Are you serious right now??" he exclaimed.
"Hey, you heard her," Nyxx retorted with a wicked grin, "you're my foot slave, remember? And I expect you to act accordingly."
With that, Nyxx slowly lowered her enormous soles, wrapping them around Ronald's face until he couldn't see anything but darkness. As he pondered his unfortunate fate, he couldn't help but wonder how long he would have to endure Nyxx's teasing and torture. It took Sparrow almost sixty years of waiting for her number to be called. In Hell, it seemed that the concept of time held an entirely different meaning, and until his time was up, Ronald was trapped in a nightmarish world of servitude."
As Ronald meticulously cleaned between the wrinkles of her tired feet, Nyxx leaned back in her chair and casually flipped through her magazine. For her, that never-ending waiting room had been her idea of heaven. She had derived immense pleasure from watching Ronald's discomfort as he served her. And it had been made all the sweeter for her knowing that she had never actually signed them in when they arrived. While Ronald had believed they were waiting for their number to be called, Nyxx had secretly delighted in the knowledge that, in her own twisted way, she had orchestrated his eternal torment, making that situation her own dark paradise.
