Emma rubs a free finger down her sole. She starts with her digits, brushing across her toes. Then she moves down to the ball of her foot. She swirls her finger around it, pushing down on it. She rubs the arch of her foot. You hope she puts you under there. It has your best chance of survival.
“I think I want you here.” For a second you get happy, thinking she’s talking about her arch. But she points to her heel. You start squirming in her hand, trying to pull yourself out of her mighty grip. But it was useless, she squeezes your body.
“Aww, look how excited it is.” She squeezes harder. You’re going to pop. But before you could, she lets up on you. You feel something sticky hit your back. It took you a moment to register that it was the tape. You couldn’t pull yourself off of it. Without warning, you are rocketed towards her foot.
You collide with her heel. The skin is a lot rougher than her ball, but it’s still soft compared to what an older person’s might feel like. It takes a moment before you realize the smell. She secures you in place. She taps on your body a few times, giggling as she pushes you into the skin of her heel. You couldn’t see anything but her flesh. It smells like something rotten. You want to cry.
“You feel nice down there.” You feel yourself being moved. Emma swings her leg became over her bed. You hover above the ground. “Now, I’ll try not to push down too hard, but I do forget sometimes. You should massage my foot often to keep me aware that you’re still down there. And you might want to use your tongue and clean it too to make me happy, because a happy owner is a happy toy.”
You don’t have any time to react. Emma moves off the bed. You make contact with the ground, the carpeted floor doing very little to stop your pain. You’re crushed under her heel. This feels worse than before. Even when she was twisting you under her ball, the soft texture and thick padding kept you safe. But now her heel was heavier, keeping up the entire weight of her body. You can’t breath. Your mouth and nostrils are entirely consumed by her flesh. You start to suffocate, the only thing entering your mouth being her sweat. You punch at her flesh, begging her to let up. And soon enough, you feel her foot rise in the air.
You feel relieved. You move your head back a bit. You take in a sharp breath of the musty air around you. You look up and see the rest of her foot. You reach for her arch. If you could only get there, you could be a little bit safer. But the tape was too strong, and once again Emma’s foot fell to the floor.
You scream, once again being crushed under the weight of a nine year old girl. It feels like an eternity under her foot, but it was only a second or two. You couldn’t even make it to the door without wanting to die under her foot, how are you going to survive all day? You wanted so badly for your body to give out, to be crushed and just a stain on this little girl’s sole. But it wouldn’t give. It continued to be crushed, refusing to even do as much as passing out. You were stuck.
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