"I don't believe you," said Rapunzel, now holding her frying pan closer to Sora's face as if letting him know that she will strike him again if necessary. "Mother warned me about people like you. You're all nothing but liars and thieves."
"What?" Sora asked, genuinely confused.
"Admit it," she went on. "You are after my hair!"
"No, I'm not!" Sora exclaimed, nervously. "I had not idea you were even hear."
"Mother said people would say things like that," said Rapunzel. "Even if you are not hear for my hair, I will figure out your true intentions."
"But those are my true intentions, honestly," Sora pleaded with Rapunzel, trying to convince her to let him go. However, it was then that he noticed Rapunzel'd barefeet again and looked at her toes. He was mesmerized by their beauty. So much, in fact, that he didn't realize that he was now staring at them.
"Um... are you looking at my feet?" he heard Rapunzel ask, confused. Sora then realized that she saw him staring and his eyes widened.
"What?!" he asked. "Psh, no! I wasn't. Feet are... icky." He tried to play it off like he didn't like feet at all, worried that she would think he was a creep if she found out the truth. Besides, he didn't want to freak her out even more, especially with him being tied up by her own hair.
Rapunzel couldn't help but look at her own feet, curiously. Then she looked back at Sora with a slight smirk on her face. "You think they are icky, huh?"
"Yeah?" Sora looked back at her, raising a brow. With that, Rapunzel grabbed a nearby chair that her mother would use every so often and placed it in front of Sora, taking a seat in it. Once she was properly positioned, she looked at Sora, still mischievously smirking. Suddenly, she lifted up her legs so that the bottoms of her feet were now inches from Sora's face. His eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he gasped. Secretly he was turned on. However, Rapunzel simply thought he was scared.
"I told you," she replied. "I am going to find out your true intentions of coming here. No matter what! If you think feet are icky, then I will have to use mine to get the information I need."
Sora couldn't believe it at all. She actually believed he thought feet were gross despite the fact he secretly had a foot fetish. This was just too good of an opportunity, he thought. He decided to go along with it. It wasn't long before she moved them closer.
"Last chance," she said, slowly inching her feet closer.
"I'll never talk," Sora answered her, wanting to coax her into torturing him with her soles.
"Fine, have it your way," said Rapunzel as she finally placed her feet right on Sora's face, slowly rubbing them all over his eyes, cheeks, and nose. She watched as his face twitched and squirmed underneath her arches and toes. It wasn't long before she heard him groaning, letting her know that this odd form of torture might be working to her advantage. Lottle did she know, however, that Sora wasn't at all being tortured. In fact, he was in heaven, loving the feeling of her soles gliding all over his face. He was loving every second of it. Still he head to keep up a believable performance if he wanted this to continue.
"Ah, please..." he whined. "Not the feet. They're so smelly."
"Smelly?!" Rapunzel raised her eyebrows, slightly offended by his comment. "Well if you think so then you'll have no choice but to sniff them." She then pressed her toes right up against nose hard so that he couldn't breathe anything else. Now that his eyes were uncovered, he managed to look back at Rapunzel, who had a determined expression on her face. She looked him in the eye and said "Go on! Smell my feet, you ruffian!"
Sora did as he was told and sniffed underneath her toes deeply. The scent was very intoxicating. It wasn't gross at all, only slightly sweaty. But because she went around barefoot all the time and was cooped up in the tower all day long, the almost had somewhat of a sweet aroma. To Sora, they were the greatest thing he had ever smelt. Yet he still had to pretend like they weren't. He then took another sniff and groaned.
"Ahhh," his voice was muffled by her soles. "This is soo gross."
"You did this to yourself," Rapunzel continued to smirk, thinking he torture was working. "But you can make it end by just admitting your true purpose of coming here." She then wrapped her toes even more tightly around Sora's nose. "Admit it! You came here to kidnap me or cut my hair to use it for yourself."
"No I didn't," Sora protested, still muffled.
"Lies," said Rapunzel. "Sorry but if you keep lying to me then you'll just have to keep smelling my feet until you confess." She started to aggressively, yet playfully, rub her feet all over Sora's nose, making her prisoner breathe in their scent. As she did so, she couldn't help but giggle. After all, it was a very odd way to get things done. Meanwhile, Sora just did as he was told and sniffed her feet, secretly in paradise.
After a few more minutes of "torture". Rapunzel lifted her feet from Sora's panting face.
"Had enough?" she asked him. "You ready to tell the truth?"
"I told you that already!" Sora exclaimed, causing his captor to glare at him, annoyed.
"Still not talking, eh?" Rapunzel then wiggled her toes right over his mouth. "Have it your way then, you thug!"
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