"I leave you in here for one minute and you start licking my shoes?? How many times have I trusted you in my house just so you could go drooling over my property, you sicko!!" Jesse slowly lowers the shoe back down to the ground. It's quite apparent to you that he's trembling fiercely, as your whole world is shuddering like you're in an earthquake. "Zac, man, I'm- I'm sorry! You don't understand!" Jesse tries to reason. "Oh I understand! You've got a problem with knowing your boundaries, not to mention a sick attraction to my feet." Big talk from a young man who tortures tiny slaves for a laugh, you think. "..But I'll teach you how much fun drinking sweat is, and I won't stop until the addiction's out of your system.. It just so happens that your old pal Zac has some friends in high places. My cousin Alex works for CBT, and he managed to get me one of these." You hear a vague jingling sound, like keys on a chain, and Jesse shouts: "No! Zac, no! I don't want to- PLEASE, man!!" There's a loud buzzing sound, and you have to shield your eyes when an intense orange light stretches over the shoe's opening. Seconds later, all's quiet, and you crawl over to the heel of the shoe, where you stand up and peek over the side. You see Zac's gargantuan frame, towering over everything as usual, but Jesse is nowhere to be found.. Not, that is, until your eyes wander down to Zac's bare feet. Right in front of them, barely six inches tall, stands Jesse, kneeling on his knees and begging for forgiveness from his giant best friend. Zac lets out a low snicker, shaking his head in disapproval. "Time to learn your lesson, sicko.."
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