Mother's jade-like feet, encased in stockings, gently trod on the cold cement floor, walking towards the lone high heel in the distance.
The sheer, flesh-colored stockings offered little protection from the chill of the ground. She could clearly feel every tiny crater in the cement. Her rounded toes curled uneasily within the stockings, trying to ward off the cold and humiliation.
She slowly walked towards the lone beige patent leather high heel lying on the ground.
With each step, the stockings rubbed against the rough surface, producing a subtle "rustling" sound, exceptionally clear in the dimly lit underground parking lot, as if silently mocking the haughty state of this elegant female CEO.
Wang Xiong and his two henchmen stood motionless, occasionally exchanging glances and emitting nauseating, lewd laughs.
After a long while, when Mother finally reached the high heel, she slowly knelt down, her slender fingers trembling slightly as she picked up the expensive shoe. These beautiful feet, usually so comfortable on the soft carpets of a luxurious office, were now forced to endure the torment of the rough floor. She could feel her cheeks burning; each step, her silk-stockinged feet pressed against the cement, felt like a trampling of her dignity.
When Xia Ling returned to the three of them with the high heel, Wang Xiong casually held out his hand, his eyes filled with blatant mockery.
"Give me the shoe."
Xia Ling hesitated, clutching the beige patent leather high heel tightly. The 10cm heel was high and sharp, yet so fragile.
"What? Aunt Xia doesn't want to?" Wang Xiong's tone suddenly turned cold. "Should I call Susan again? That woman should be happy to chat with me, haha."
"No…" Xia Ling's voice trembled. "I'll give it to you…"
Her slender fingers held the high heel, slowly extending it towards Wang Xiong, as if she were surrendering not just a shoe, but her last vestige of dignity.
*Thud!*
The instant he caught the high heel, Wang Xiong casually tossed it aside, then suddenly threw the other one even further.
The shoe traced a graceful arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a crisp sound, the echo reverberating in the empty parking lot.
"Go, go get it again," Wang Xiong said, waving the high heel in his hand. "Let's admire President Xia's beautiful legs in stockings one more time."
"You…" Xia Ling's eyes instantly reddened, but she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She knew that in this dark underground parking lot, her noble status had vanished, leaving only a pitiful woman forced into submission.
She turned again, tiptoeing towards the lone high heel.
The off-white suit stood out starkly in the dim parking lot, making her figure appear even more slender. With each step, she could feel the stockings rubbing against the ground, the humiliation seeping into her soul with the chill from her feet.
"Sister-in-law, those stockings are really something," the fat man chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "Look at these stockings, so perfect against her feet, such good quality, not a speck of dirt, like ice cream!"
"Exactly," Cobra chimed in, "Didn't they say Xiaowei's mom is the CEO of Lingya Group? I even looked it up, Lingya Group's stockings are incredibly expensive, over a thousand a pair! Otherwise, why wouldn't they look dirty even when she walks on the ground?"
Hearing the unbridled words of the underage girls behind her, Xia Ling paused, but continued walking.
Her stockinged feet touched the ground lightly, like she was performing a humiliating ballet, each step so cautious, as if afraid that she would fall because of her trembling—that would be the last vestige of her dignity crumbling.
When she picked up her high heels and returned, Wang Xiong was already impatient: "Hurry up, give me the shoes."
Xia Ling clutched the dusty high heel, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes: "What exactly do you want?"
Xia Ling deliberately adopted the sharp edge typical of a female CEO, trying to regain some dignity.
But as she spoke, her stockinged feet curled uneasily on the cold ground, as if hinting at her inner fear.
"Oh?" Wang Xiong sneered, "Aunt Xia is going to throw a tantrum again? Enough is enough, I really did call Susan."
"You…" Xia Ling's momentum instantly deflated, her fingers gripping the high heel trembling slightly.
"Or is it," Wang Xiong continued threateningly, "that your son's future situation at school doesn't matter? Like… accidentally breaking his leg or something?"
Xia Ling bit her red lips, her eyes instantly reddening.
She lowered her usually haughty head, her voice barely a whisper: "Here you go..."
Her slender fingers trembled as she handed over the 10cm beige patent leather stiletto heel.
"Give it to me!"
Wang Xiong snatched the heel, a lewd smile spreading across his face. Even now, he had to tilt his head back slightly to meet Xia Ling's gaze. Even barefoot, his tall mother was still considerably taller than him.
However, this height advantage seemed utterly useless at this moment.
Wang Xiong triumphantly held up both hands, one expensive stiletto heel in each, his eyes greedily scanning the inside of the shoes, as if they weren't ordinary shoes, but some precious trophy.
"Hey guys," he turned to Cobra and Fatty, a wicked smile spreading across his face, "Want some? These are President Xia's original high heels." He brought the shoes close to his nose, sniffing dramatically, "Tsk tsk tsk, those beautiful feet in stockings have been in there all day…"
I hid behind a concrete pillar, watching this scene, my heart breaking. That powerful, decisive businesswoman, who usually commanded respect in the business world, was now reduced to bare feet in stockings, subjected to humiliation. And I, her son, could only hide in the shadows like a coward, watching helplessly as it all unfolded.
"We want them! We want them! Brother Xiong, please give them to us, please!"
Fatty and Cobra cried out in unison, their excitement palpable.
"Here, take these and play with them." Wang Xiong smiled contemptuously, handing the high heels to the two men. "Cherish them, these are the silk stockings worn by President Xia…"
Cobra took the shoes, his hands trembling with excitement. He pushed up his thick glasses, his greedy gaze sweeping over the inside of the shoe. "This…it's amazing!" His fingers gently traced the inside of the shoe, as if caressing a rare treasure. "It's still warm…"
The fat man was even more unrestrained. He brought the shoe to his nose and took a deep breath. "So fragrant! My sister-in-law's feet smell so good!" He was completely intoxicated, clutching the high heels like a pervert, rubbing his greasy, fat cheeks against the surface. "I have at least nine ways to play with this high heel now!"
Xia Ling stood there, watching her high heels being defiled by these two lewd men. Her face was filled with humiliation, but she was powerless to do anything about it. Her long, shapely legs trembled slightly beneath her trousers, her toes curling painfully inside the thin, flesh-colored stockings.
"Aunt Xia," Wang Xiong suddenly leaned closer to Xia Ling, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "those trousers of yours are so inconvenient, aren't they? Take them off, let the brothers admire your beautiful legs in stockings."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried exceptionally clearly in the empty underground parking lot.
Xia Ling looked up abruptly, a flicker of terror in her eyes. Her delicate face drained of color instantly. "No, no..."
"No?" Wang Xiong sneered, taking two steps back and surveying the dark, damp underground parking lot. "Fine then. Since we have your high heels, you can walk out barefoot like this. Go up to the surface, then out of the alley."
His tone suddenly turned sinister. "If you're lucky, you might run into a few kind people. But..." he drawled, "This alley has been abandoned for a long time. At this hour, you'd better watch out for stray dogs and homeless people."