The walls curl up even more around you as Fulda forms the sheet of paper into a hollow cylinder, trapping you inside. From your dim, round prison you look out at her, only to find her focus turned away from you for once. Her eyes are directed some distance below you, and from the way you're being subtly jerked about it seemed as if she's fiddling with something using her other hand.
After a moment the shaking stops, and Fulda quickly glances into your tube as if confirming you hadn't slipped out. Then the whole thing begins to slant downwards, and you turn towards that end with trepidation. Your limited view is directed at the toe of her shoe, and the view port is slowly moving up her laces. You begin sliding, and though you desperately seek some way to slow yourself down the smooth paper offers none.
The tube rests against the top of the inside of her shoe, and you come spilling out. With a thud you land on her insole, a much softer landing than you expected considering how fast you were falling. Fulda moves the tube away, but before you can feel any sort of relief its position is taken up by two of her fingers gripping the edge of the pit you've been dumped in. Menacingly she looks at you, trapped in her shoe, with a gleeful smile on her face.
She picks up the shoe, doing her best to keep it level so that you don't slide around. Though it takes some balancing you manage to remain standing until stability returns, her shoe safely on the floor. You're relieved when she withdraws her fingers, focusing on the few moments you're at peace while Fulda gets back to her feet, appearing impossibly tall from the inside of her shoe.
Your relief quickly dies when she picks up her foot and slides it into the opening. Fulda's foot, covered in a stark white sock that's clinging tightly around her humongous foot, slides into your view and quickly blocks everything else out. She sets her toe down just beyond you, trapping you under her foot as it inches lower on top of you and giving you nowhere to run. Her foot quickly raises and those fingers appear again, pulling the back canvas of her shoe straight.
You're flung to the ground and sent rolling down into the ball of her foot as she lifts her shoe into the air, tugging on the fabric. Little by little she forces more of her foot in, driving you deeper and making what little space you have even more compact. Very soon she'll have her shoe back on, and it'll be entirely up to luck whether you're under half a million tons or not when she does.
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