You try to scream out to your little sister even though you know that it's futile. You are brought to Stacey's massive face as she smells you and says "Wow, definitely new socks.". You almost cry as you are lowered and your mouth is opened. Even before Stacey inserts her left foot, you can smell the stench that it's giving off. However, when she DOES put it on, the situation is worsened by ten folds as all your senses relay you only of your little sister's stinky feet. Your senses of Smell, Sight, Taste are making this a living hell as you are constantly absorbing all the sweat Stacey is giving off. As she puts her soccer shoes on, you are assaulted even more by the fact that now, you are literally surrounded by your little sister's foot smell that lingers around you. "How did I become so powerless to be used by my little sister?" You ask yourself over and over in the dark prison that you are trapped in. Fortunately, it seems that even tho you are socks, you can fall asleep.
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