Sherman sat on a rock for several hours, crying the kind of crying she hadn’t done since she was a little girl. Back then she was powerless, helpless, a victim of circumstance. She had vowed to never be powerless again, she would sacrifice anything and anyone to never again feel like that sad little girl all those years ago, and yet here she is. Powerless to whatever is going on on this accursed island. She wished she never got on the plane.
Sherman eventually decided she needed to leave this area maybe find someone who could help turn her back, or at the least a way off this horrible place. Sherman began walking off further into the jungle. She was still the same strong businesswoman she was before the crash even if she no longer looked it. She resolved herself to find a way to undo this mess and go home.
The further she went into the jungle the denser it became, and Sherman was finding it harder to traverse and taking more time. A deep fear began to well up within her.-What happens if I’m out here when the sun goes down? Oh no I don’t think I know how to get back either!- And yet Ms. Stiff continued to charge ahead and set her dark thoughts to the back of her head.-Focus on what’s in front of you in the here and now- she told her self. -You can do this. You don’t need anyone. Especially, not those worthless fools from the plane. If not for them you wouldn’t be in the mess in the first place.-
After a few hours Sherman had only managed to get herself lost deep in the jungle. Her feet were getting sore but she would never give up her favorite Louboutin heels. She spend more money one this pair than some people make in a week. Suddenly, Sherman stepped on something, breaking her concentration.
-What is this? Some sort of collection of shells? What are they doing here?- Sherman was confused by what she had found. Then realization hit her and she dropped the shells. Paranoia and superstition were not things Sherman Stiff were known for but after the recent events of the day Sherman found herself becoming more superstitious by the moment. Sherman was afraid, the last two changes occurred after she touched an article of clothing and she feared it would happen again.
-Please no! I don’t want to change anymore please! Please spare me!- Sherman began to cry again as the throbbing pleasure retuned. Sherman felt her heart sink as the pleasure grew. Sherman did not last as long against the pleasure this time and quickly went to fingering herself with one hand while groping one of the breasts with the other. Soon Sherman was brought to orgasm.
-No..no..no. Please no- Sherman knew what would happen next but begged and pleaded but her efforts were futile. Sherman found herself losing control of her sexy body and began bending down. Sherman lifted her right foot and slowly removed her expensive 8inch Louboutin high heel. Sherman resisted with the last of her might, but as soon as her barefoot had touched the dirt Sherman let out a wail of despair as tears were cascading down her face. She was compelled to remove her other heel, and as she did she felt the last of her resistance collapsing. With the last vestiges of her power and status gone she now stood barefoot in the middle of the jungle. Her hands automatically grabbed the sea shell anklet and slipped it on her right ankle. Deep down she knew this anklet would be the only footwear she would ever wear for the rest of her life. Sherman was broken. All of her stubbornness, arrogance, pride, power, wealth, and status was completely stripped away. She was back to being the powerless, and helpless woman she never wanted to be again.
After what felt like an hour of crying Sherman picked up her expensive heels and placed them on a random rock. She instinctively knew her shoes were to be left behind for someone else to claim, just like her current attire was left for her.