The feminine foot entering the shoe completely smothered lulu, and if that was not enough the smell was so awfull he wished he could die right there and then, if he was to be saved from this kind of torture.
"Hmm I wonder what that sound was" Said the mysterious girl above him, from the voice it was evident she was Shirley.
"Oh great now I am being squashed by Shirleys feet. Dammit" Cursed Lelouche. And that was the case he was being sqaushed like a lowly bug byt petite, cute, harmless not,smelly, stinky feet of the beatiful godess, compared to his size Shirley.
Shirley then took a step, crashing him between her cute feet and the smelly worn out sole of the shoe.
Lelouched woudl have groaned in pain had he not managed to sotp himself. He knew that opening his mouth woudl be a fatal mistake, Shirelys disgusting footsweat would invade his mouth most probbably making him choke.
So he endure hte pain and the smell, as he had no other otpions. After half a mintue and tens teps which seemed like an eternity to Lelouche shirleys sat on her chair and began doing her homework. It was a releif for poor lulua s she was not pressing her feet on the groudn anymore. or so he initially thought till Shirley started stomping down the floor, on a rythm of an old lullaby. It was not as painful as stepping but it was more reppetitive and lasted longer.
It was then that lelouche realized his inferiority to taht beatiful girl. She could crush him simply by applying a little morepressure. She could make life hell for him, withotu even realizing it. It wasnot like him but he felt soem sort of aw and twisted respect for the power Shirley held over him.