A day later, Esther, dressed in a skimpy outfit, stood on the edge of a large L-shaped couch. Several cameras located around the room focused their glassy eyes on her. Her face was half-covered with her trademark little mask; she'd wear it with such pride in the past, making a point on each streams of hers - "wear the mask, people, protect the people around you!" Evidently, didn't help her. She suspected that right now this carried some fucked-up symbolism and the screenwriter, Liam Currey, intended it so. Liam turned out to be quite the eloquent man; he explained her role to her in many frivolous words.
However, Liam (and Kevin, too) at least still saw her as a person... a person they could disrespect and bully into something that would make them some money, but a person nonetheless. Arnold Currey, Liam's brother, turned out to be different. The moment he saw her, he walked over and carelessly pinched her face between his fingertips. "Nice one", he noted to his brother as he released Esther and pushed her over on her back. "Do I get to keep this one?"
"We might want to shoot more material in the coming weeks", Liam spoke.
"It'll be fine", Arnold assured him. "I just need a new one for the gym. Gonna teach her some tricks there."
"Not right now, Arnie..."
"Gonna teach her to slu-u-urp", Arnold beamed. Liam winced. Arnold looked at Esther, who was mortified. "Hear that? You'll be slurpin'"
"What?.."
He must have seen her lips curl into an O. "Sweat", he said, smiling. Then he flexed his bicep.

She still thought of that as a bit later they started shooting. Arnold stretched out on a giant bed, petting a cat somewhere in the distance; she hoped dearly that he would not let the animal out of his sight even for a second. She followed her script, slowly crawling forward towards his meaty sole; it was as wide as she was tall. The closer she moved, the larger portion of her view was dominated by his foot. She arched her back and stuck her butt out. She felt dirty. She hated herself. But the eye of the camera followed her every movement, and somewhere behind that eye was Kevin, and he could easily take everything from her... So she moved in, and she posed against the giant's sole, kneeling at it, surrendering to it, allowing the operator to take a good sequence of shots of Esther and Arnold's foot.
She pulled off her mask, shooting the camera man a wide smile; her eyes were not smiling but she knew that nobody would notice - she was too small. She turned towards the sole and leaned into the footflesh; it's musky odor invading her nostrils. She felt its warmth. She fell into it, thinking of Arnold's words about "slurping", and in that moment she knew she was lost.