You lay there, barely able to process the somewhat fresh air you have. Some on the smell of her socks and feet are still stuck in your nose, and every moment you smell it is a terrible moment. Samus just sat there, thinking of another way to torture you. You didn't even know why you were here, all you knew was that it was hell.
Samus, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. She supposed she could force you to clean her feet, but why skip to that good part so fast, and sniffing her socks just seemed too tame...maybe she could find a middle ground. "I think I've got it!"
Having heard this, you don't no if you should be relieved that the waiting game is over, or terrified that you were about to go through something worse than you could possibly imagine.
"You see those socks, stick them both in your mouth." She demands.
Those socks? The ones she wore for 3 weeks...?
"What are you waiting for?" Samus angrily states. "Get to it!"
Realizing you have no choice, and that resisting is just going to make your life worse, you hesitantly put the two yellow socks on your tongue. You instantly regret it. The smell before was tame compared to this taste. There wasn't even a word to describe how bad it tasted. Your gag reflex almost instantly activated, you barely keep your vomit down, really scared of what would happen if you let it out. Meanwhile, as you suffer, Samus lifts her feet up in preparation to...
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