You grunt as your long, terrifying fall ends with you landing hard on your back. It doesn't hurt, surprisingly! It's enough to leave you dazed for a good while, though. Luckily, it seems like the material of whatever you're on was soft enough to cushion your blow. Speaking of which, where are you right now...? It kind of feels like...really thick cardboard?
Before you can really take in your surroundings, your recuperating focus is shattered by a jarringly loud *thump* just to the right of you! The force is enough to make your body jump up into the air--which happens to make you smack your face on the floor. You curse and rub the now-growing sore spot on your forehead. "Rgh...what was tha--"
Your sentence is interrupted by another, equally-loud *thump* that flips you onto your back. The breath gets knocked out of you again. Fortunately enough, you don't hit your head again. It'd be a real pain to have another giant bruise on your head...
Wait, what were those thumps from again?
Right as you think that, the two titanic thump-makers make themselves all too noticeable: a giant pair of thick, beige, boots edge towards you, almost bumping into your relatively small body. They're gigantic! Even one of them at least three times your height. They're also really worn and ratty. The tip on the left one is so ragged that it looks like even one more slight push from her big toe would let it burst through the fabric! In fact, you think you can see a hint of skin peeking out of the thing.
Jeez, whatever the animal thing that wears these is, she probably hasn't gotten new shoes in years...hasn't she ever heard of washing her footwear?
That fact is made apparent to you in a very unfortunate way; namely, the smell. A hot, fetid, cheesy odor punches its way up your nose and oh god does it reek! You cringe and hack, which only lets more of the stinking stuff into your throat, repeating the cycle all over again. It's only been a few seconds, but you're already tearing up. Scratch that earlier comment, this girl probably doesn't know the first thing about hygiene!
Suddenly, one of the awful, miasmatic boots raises up and stomps down a hair from your legs. The sheer terror of almost being crushed temporarily knocks you out of your loathing of pretty much everything about this terrible situation you've found yourself in. Shaking, you slowly look up towards your kidnapper's face. She's wearing a scowl that could kill, one that's almost as deadly as the stench leaking out of her shoes.
Her mouth opens, and you clench your eyes shut in response, trying to deny that you're in the horrible spot that you're in. "Alllright, you tiny, defenseless person-like thingy--your evil overlords might've shrunk you down to spy on me, but nobody can hide anything from Sticks! I'm too perceptive to let anything slip me by!"
It is at this point that you notice a big, gaping hole in the front of the cardboard box. Might be a good avenue for escape, provided you have a distraction handy.
"First things first: tell me who sent you! Was it the shadow clone government, the future robocalypse anti-resistance generals, or the aliens who abducted my towels?!"
It takes a moment for the sheer stupidity of what you just heard to sink into your brain. When it does, your jaw drops. What the hell is this crazy bitch talking about? Not even that, what is her thought process? She thinks the person shrunk down in the middle of the jungle at least a mile or two away from her home isn't a victim of some insane enemy she thought up in her head, but a willing spy for them?! Oh no no no no, I am so, so screwed...
"Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself, puny evil spy, or are you gonna make me unleash my first punishment?"
You can see her toes wiggle in her shoes. The way they strain against the loosened fabric makes your throat dry up.
Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit! I need to come up with something fast. I have a feeling she put her boots in here for a reason...but what should I say...?
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