You weren't certain what was the worst part of this whole ordeal; being snatched by the massive fleshy pillars, or being small enough to call a girl's toes "massive fleshy pillars."
Maybe five, ten minutes have passed after you failed to sneak past the young (but not little) girl, but they've a bitch to live through. Her toes didn't just move; they writhed. Up and down, left and right, back and forth, you were pressed between two of the lesser toes, treated as a bit of sock lint.
And that was before she put the socks on. Stuck to her clammy flesh, you were helpless to do anything more than watch as she clumsily slid the white fabric over. You'd hoped to be dislodged, but her skin refused to let go. The sock went on, you remained stuck, and the foot was cast into darkness.
Every step she took hurt, but your prison kept your from the brunt of it. Had you been under her sole, you likely wouldn't have survived this long. Maybe. Actually, you were surprised you were still alive right now. The prison only got tighter once she put shoes on, and that was actually quite a while ago. Sure, it hurt like a mother fucker, but you were still alive and kicking.
Well, you weren't the one doing the kicking. That would be your captor. Through bursts of pain and flexes of toes, you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the world above...
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