You're too awestruck to move, so you simply stand there gazing at King Alexander's god-like figure when the enormous man lifts his foot and a long, dark shadow is cast over you. The thick, shaded flesh of the immense man's sole is coming towards you, and in another moment, you're slammed into the ground by the musky monster.
As the king walks, your face is wedged between his plump toes. Traces of thick, manly sweat and dirt oveswhelm your senses. You wrap your arms around his meaty toes in hopes of not being dragged under his heel and crushed, and so you hug the might foot as it pounds across the stone floor, caught up like a miniscule bug between the virile behemoth's toes.
You can feel long, wiry hairs sprouting from the tops of the king's toes. You can trace every tiny line and wrinkle on the digits that curl over and around your face.
You just hope that, wherever his majesty is going, you'll have a chance to escape his heavy feet.
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