Before you had time to reply she grabbed the shoe and tipped you into her hand and was stuffed into a white, soft and horrible smelling prison, you knew from that you was in a sock! 'I hope you like the smell of my sock because we're going jogging!' Claire giggled as she said this.
'What!?...You can't!' you whimpered.
'I can! you heard mum!' she continued to laugh about your situation, your prison started to shake violently as you saw her 5 toes followed by the rest of her foot enter the sock. 'You best keep my foot clean during my jog or you'll suffer!' she barked at you. Trapped under her toes you decided to.....
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