Chapter #3The soles of a goth girl by: Matt   You didn’t know what hit you. One moment, you were standing on the beach, glaring at Heather as she gloated about her latest win. The next, she flashed you a wicked grin and reached into her bag, pulling out a strange-looking vial. Before you could react, she uncorked it and a strange mist enveloped you. Your vision swirled, and everything around you seemed to expand, growing impossibly large. It felt like the ground was falling away beneath you. When the dizziness finally faded, you found yourself staring up at Heather’s massive form, her smug face towering high above.
She crouched down, a smirk spreading across her lips as she peered at you. “Looks like the mighty just got a little… smaller,” she mocked, flicking you with her finger. The impact sent you flying backward, and before you could gather your senses, Heather’s hand closed around you, lifting you off the ground as though you weighed nothing.
“Let’s see how you handle Gwen’s boot camp,” she said with a chuckle, dropping you into the open top of Gwen's boot, which lay discarded outside the cabin. The stale, leathery smell hit you instantly, filling your nostrils as you tumbled down onto the rough insole. The bottom of the boot felt grimy beneath your fingertips, a mix of worn fabric and dried sweat. As you pushed yourself up, the air around you was thick with the lingering scent of Gwen’s feet—earthy, musty, with a hint of old leather.
You screamed for help, but your voice was drowned out by the distant sounds of the camp. Footsteps approached, growing louder with each passing second, and your heart raced. The world above you tilted as Gwen’s hand grabbed the boot, sending you sliding down to the toe section. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears as a rush of hot, humid air flooded in.
Light briefly poured in through the opening, but just as quickly, darkness consumed you as Gwen’s socked foot slid inside. The cotton fabric brushed against you, rough and damp from a day's sweat, and the heat radiating off her foot was stifling. You tried to push away from the advancing wall of toes, but there was nowhere to go. The space tightened around you, squeezing your body against the squishy insole. The boot’s stale odor became overwhelming—an intoxicating mix of sweat, leather, and something metallic.
Each step Gwen took sent shockwaves through you, pressing you painfully into the dampened surface below. Her toes curled and flexed, rubbing against you as you struggled to keep from getting pinned. The sound of her voice, muffled and distant, vibrated through the walls, each syllable a faint rumble that seemed to grow louder whenever she laughed.
The air grew heavier with every breath, thick with the lingering heat from Gwen's foot. Your skin was slick with sweat, and the insole’s damp fabric clung to your clothes as you fought for any bit of room. The leather walls creaked and groaned around you as Gwen shifted her weight, causing a renewed crush of pressure that made your bones ache.
The stifling darkness pressed in on you, and all you could feel was the unrelenting heat and the damp, suffocating fabric as Gwen’s foot continued its rhythmic assault. Each step she took was a reminder of just how small and powerless you had become, trapped in the toe of her boot, with no escape in sight.
You clung to what little hope you had left, praying that somehow Gwen would notice the tiny movements or the faint cries for help coming from her boot. But as the minutes dragged on, it became clear that she was entirely oblivious to your struggle. The relentless pounding of her footsteps, the smothering heat, and the grimy, stale air seemed to stretch time, making every second feel like an eternity.
The boot’s oppressive darkness consumed you, pressing in from all sides as her toes shifted again, pinning you under their weight. The walls around you seemed to close in tighter with every movement she made. You were exhausted, drenched in sweat, and your muscles ached from the constant fight against the crushing force. You could barely breathe as the odor of sweat and leather filled your lungs, and the rhythmic pounding of her steps reverberated through your body, making your entire world tremble.
And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Gwen stopped walking. The boot shifted slightly, and you felt her weight lift. Your heart pounded with a renewed sense of hope. Could this be your chance to finally get her attention and escape this living nightmare?
Does Gwen notice you? Yes or no?  You have the following choices: 1. Yes 2. No indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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