BurgerKing Foot Fetish

Foot Lettuce

"W-What?" you ask. "Get in." Angel repeated. "You want me to get inside the lettuce?" you ask. "No, just stand in it." they say. This isn't what you expected at all, but at least they didn't say no. You obey. One foot in each container. "Like this?" you ask. "Mmm yeah that's perfect." they respond. You're weirded out, but still hopeful. Angel pulls out his/her phone and takes a picture of your feet in the lettuce. "W-What are you doing?" you ask. "You like me right?" they counter. "Uh... yeah." you say. "Let's go to my house, my parents are out of town." they say. What a turn of events. Once again you obey. Who knows what their intentions are. You sneak out of work and walk with Angel back to their house. She/he live close by so the walk isn't long. They didn't say anything the whole time. They just kept looking at their phone. They tried to make it look like they were texting someone or something, but you could see they were just looking at that picture they took of your feet in the lettuce. What's wrong with this person. You eventually reach their house. You go inside and go to the kitchen. "You want something to drink?" Angel asks. "Water." you reply. "Oh come on, that's no fun." They say opening their fridge. She/he pulls out a can of beer. "Here." they say while handing it to you. "I can't drink this, I'm not old enough to." you say. "Shut up. Drink it." they demand. You obey. "Maybe we should go back to work, I don't want to get in trouble." you say. "Chill out, we just got here. Work can wait." they say, "Besides, I haven't showed you my room yet." They already want to move to the bedroom stage. You remember how much you want this, how much you like this person, even if they're acting weird. "Alright, let's go." you say. You both walk down a hallway and go into the bedroom. But when you walk inside, it's nothing like you expect. There was almost no furniture, no windows, no anything. It was completely empty except for a chair in the middle. You regret coming here. Suddenly, a wave of weakness and tiredness hits you hard. You struggle to stand and you fall to your knees. What was in that beer. "D-did you... roofie me?" you manage to say. They don't respond. They just watch you collapse to the floor. You can't keep you eyelids open anymore. Darkness takes over and you fall into a long, deep sleep.