You realize there is no point in running. You slowly approach the emperor's son's foot. It is taller than you are. You press your lips against the moist, smelly surface and kiss it, getting the taste of his foot on your lips. You do the same for his friend, whose foot is slightly bigger.
"Very good, little slave," says the emperor's son as he picks you up in his huge, warm hand. We'll put you away until we need you again. He puts you in a small cage in his room and him and his friend leave.
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