One last chance

Jaime looked at her tiny man with such malice and distaste. She'd had this one for a few months now and she was beginning to grow tired of him. But she gave him one last chance to prove himself to her. Jaime had gotten up early for her run, not even putting on socks before tossing the tiny man into her shoe. And after five miles around the park, she pulled her slave out of shoe. She looked at him and saw he was exhausted, almost as tired as Jaime herself. She commanded him to climb her sweaty soles to get to the top and then to her face or else she would toss him aside, crush him or maybe eat him as an early morning snack like she did with her other tiny people when she grew tired of them.

After a few minutes, Jaime had enough. The tiny man was barely on her arch before she called it quits. She brought her foot down to the ground, bringing right on top of him. She felt a slight pop as she sighed, now playing on her phone, looking at the app where she bought these 'people'. This time, she wanted a long term slave, one that would last maybe a few years, one that wouldn't complain no matter what she asked them to do. But she didn't specify what gender she wanted the slave to be. She'd owned several men and women over the years she'd been doing this but she could never decide which sex was better. She thought she would buy two, test them both and give the lesser one to her friend as a present and keep the better one for herself.