"This is a true story, it actually happened, but since I can't remember everything, it's somewhat fragmented. Nonetheless, I will recount everything as I remember it, but change the names. This isn't a stylistic choice, but indeed exactly how it happened. I was probably around 11 years old, maybe a bit older, but not much. We had a family acquaintance named Dilan. She wasn't particularly tall, about 165 centimeters, but at that time, she seemed much taller than me. She was about 22 years old at the time. As she was a close acquaintance, I occasionally stayed over at her place. She was always more of the type of person who got annoyed quickly and did what she pleased. She had long black hair, brown eyes, and looked really pretty. She often had half-peeled red nail polish on her feet and almost always walked around barefoot with her lightly tanned feet. One day, it happened. I don't remember how it happened, but suddenly I was on the floor, and she placed her, for me, enormous foot on my chest. A grin adorned her face, and I can't recall if she said anything. But I do remember that I kept trying to lift that large foot with both arms. She smiled the whole time and raised her foot a little before placing it on my chest again. I didn't understand it back then and kept trying because I thought I could somehow get rid of the foot that way, but that, of course, didn't work. As I mentioned, I don't remember if Dilan said anything back then, but I remember that I didn't say anything. I just tried unsuccessfully to get her foot off me, feeling annoyed and angry. When I raised her foot again, probably for the eighth time or so, Dilan moved it toward my face with a smile. Slowly, I could only see her sole and not her smile anymore. I remember how uncomfortable it was that her feet were quite dirty—not entirely black, but as dirty as you would expect when walking barefoot and even fetching mail from outside. Back then, I thought Dilan was trying to push her foot into my face. Today, I think she was just trying to scare me or something because normally, nobody would do something like that. At least, that's what I think, but if anyone would do something like that, it would be her. So, she pushed her foot down. I, who could see nothing but her truly not-clean sole and felt a little disgusted while holding onto her foot, couldn't do anything about it. I pressed my hands as hard as I could upwards, but that was a huge mistake. As I pushed, Dilan also exerted pressure downwards with her foot. She probably didn't intend for what happened to happen. But when I had no more strength and my hands slipped away, her foot came down with great force and hit my face. At first, I didn't realize how disgusting it was because I had severe pain. My nose hurt the most, getting hit very unluckily. My mouth was also slightly open, so I could taste something disgusting because her heel entered my mouth a bit." When she slowly removed her foot from my face, she pressed her dirty toe onto my eye, whether intentionally or unintentionally, I don't know. But I do know that in that moment, although I looked anxious and disgusted, I made a great effort to appear emotionless because I was afraid of Dilan after what had happened. When Dilan then said in Turkish, "Look at your face," and laughed, I almost cried out of anger and shame. Unfortunately, I don't remember what happened next or what else occurred, but I do know that I experienced many more such incidents with her afterward. Not long after the incident, I was with Dilan again. It was normal for my parents that when they visited family abroad, I would stay with Dilan. But I remember that I didn't want to go, precisely because of what had already happened. However, as a young child, you have little say, and I didn't tell anyone what had happened. On that day, the atmosphere was somehow strange. Dilan was much more assertive. She made jokes like, "Do this, or I'll force you to lick my feet," or threatened me in other ways, which she never used to do. I felt uncomfortable because of it, but she didn't care. When we were both in the living room watching a Turkish soap opera, she lay down, leaning on her arm. She repeatedly touched me with her foot while I sat at the edge of the sofa, hoping she would stop. She had a constant smile on her face, indicating that she was enjoying herself. Eventually, she told the bored me to sit on the floor. I didn't think much of it at the time, so I sat on the floor as instructed. But to my surprise, Dilan also sat down, which confused me because I thought I was supposed to be on the floor so she could walk around. Even though I had moved to the floor, she continued to harass me. She used her feet and intentionally stepped on my hands. I kept pulling my hands away, but she persisted. Eventually, it seemed to bore her, and she spoke to me. She said in Turkish, "Put your head on the floor." I initially ignored her, but she became angrier and louder. She repeated the same sentence and grabbed my hair. I was so scared that I acted on my own and lay down before she could do anything. I still remember how much fear I felt when I saw her irritated face. But I didn't have to see it for long because my view was abruptly blocked by both of her oversized feet. They completely covered my face, making it nearly impossible to see anything beyond her soles. I felt trapped and utterly dominated, unable to escape her control. Dilan continued to watch her series as I lay there, stiff as a board, afraid to move. I could smell something unpleasant, a faint odor that seemed to intensify due to its constant presence. While her foot rested on my face and Dilan didn't apply extra pressure, at least I could still breathe reasonably well. The first 15 minutes were truly unpleasant. However, Dilan was watching those Turkish series that lasted for 90 minutes per episode, and she had no intention of removing her feet. Consequently, I eventually fell asleep down there. I only stood up when I noticed a flash. I saw Dilan with her phone camera aimed at me, taking a photo of me while she had half her foot on my face. It was one of the worst moments of my life. I wanted to die of shame, but I didn't dare do or say anything as Dilan played with her phone and laughed. As I would later discover, she sent the picture to one of her friends. I don't remember the friend's name, only that she was someone I came to despise. I might tell you why another time. From that day, I can only recall that it continued for a really long time. Dilan watched about three episodes before she left me alone, and I spent most of that time sleeping under her feet. I often slept over at Dilan's, but she stayed at our place even more frequently. It was entirely normal for her to be in my room, sleeping head to foot. At that time, I had a single room, and Dilan, without any shame or restraint, extended her games to our home as well. She always waited until everyone was asleep and then began her antics. She would repeatedly bring her foot closer to my face to tease me. That was always how it started. Initially, she would simply touch my face with her toes, pinch my arms with them, or smear the sole of her foot across my face. But that was always just the beginning. She almost always followed by pressing her feet onto my face or kicking me with them. Once, she went so far with her kicks that out of fear, I ended up licking her sole. It was incredibly disgusting. To others, it might not have been because her feet were only slightly sweaty and dirty, but I felt like throwing up. Ironically, I still remember how she hit my face with her foot when she felt my tongue. Strangely, about a week later, she kept hitting my face with her foot until I started licking it, which seemed to please her. You must understand that all of this happened under the covers. It was already difficult enough to breathe, but licking Dilan's feet under the covers, lick by lick, was truly terrible. My tongue often became dry, and I could taste the disgusting flavor in my mouth long afterward. Every time I stopped, hoping Dilan had fallen asleep, I would get a kick, commanding me to continue. She often played on her phone for hours, and I hate her for it.