You try to outrun the approaching toes as they enter the leather boot. You stumble over the indents of her insole that meld to her foot, hoping to escape the oncoming digits. But you aren't nearly fast enough. Her sweaty toes press into your back hard, pushing you forward rapidly as she puts her boot back on. As they wiggle fron the effort, you feel your body pushed between her grimy toes.
The faintest amount of light enters your dank prison from the crease around the tongue of the boot. Your eyes adjust to the darkness to let you see what is around you. Dirt, sweat, amd dead skin make up the residue between her toes that feels three inches deep. Along with occasional tufts of some kind of lint, and clumps of soil and wilted grass.
The smell here is nauseating, you have to focus on not gagging. Her toes shifted forward, threatening to throw you free. You scrambled to hang on to her toe as the foot stomped forward. If you fell, you'd end up a blood smear under her sole. You wrapped your arms as best as you could around her second toe, her sweat soaking the side of your face as you clung for dear life. She was angry about something, but her voice was so muffled that between the loud thid of footfalls and the gut wrenching drop from every step, you couldn't focus on it. Your grip on her toes was slipping, and you knew that if you didn't get out of here soon, it would mean your demise.
As she took another step, you were thrown forward, and you lost your grip on her smelly, slimey toes. You slammed against the inside toe section of her boot, making a wet slapping noise as you ricocheted off and back towards her foot, getting a face full of toe gunk as you were wedged between her pinky toe. You gagged as sweat and grime filled your mouth with a salty, bitter taste that lingered on your tongue. As she took another step, your heard a splashing sound, and noticed a pool of sweat forming around her insole. If you didn't get out of here soon, you would drown in here. Thinking fast, you bit down between the toes your face was wedged in. Foul toe gunk filled your mouth, but you persisted as you tried not to tink about it. Dirt crunched between your teeth, and sweat soaked your whole body. Anything was better than this. You just hoped Bowsette noticed.
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