It's no use. You would love to say something, but the strange sensation of this huge, threatening looming right in front of your face, and not to mention the intolerable, thick smell it emitted made speech impossible. You simply stare at Anka, your terror-filled eyes quickly switching between her cruel, menacing face and her enormous, but still somehow beautiful foot. After a short time, her patience runs out and she yells "Well, time's over!" Before suddenly extending her foot just a bit more, finally pushing it all over your face.
With horror, you realise that her feet were actually even sweatier than they looked, as she pressed her warm, soft sole on your face, some of the sweat runs slowly all over it. Soon, a second huge, green, sweaty foot appears on your face, and Anka laughs loudly as she rubs them methodically over your face. "You know, those crazy bloodelves had told me about how good it can feel to rub your feet into some lowly prisoner's face. I never really believed them, until now. How silly of me!"
Anka laughed as she started to push her feet a bit more forcefully into your face now. The motions were creating an audible, disgusting noise now, as her sweaty soles got stuck on the skin of your face and then forcefully ripped themselves away, again. "It's about time you actually smell my feet, though, you know..." Anka suddenly said loudly, as the ball of her left foot pressed itself firmly against your lips. Your eyes widened in terror only to see her toes coming closer and closer to your nose and finally starting to wiggle widely underneath it. "You got to really sniff them, you know? Make me hear it!" You take one last desperate attempt to break free, but unsurprisingly, it fails. You only succeed to drain yourself of all your oxygen as you suddenly thrash around in your bonds wildly, failing to knock the feet off your face. "No way to escape, honey..." She whispers, grinning at you sinisterly.
You finally gave in and take a huge breath through your nose, right as her toes are wiggling over it. The intense wave of smell is simply too much, it rushes through your body like a bolt of lightning, the thick, cheesy scent of sweaty feet hitting you like a hammer, it is like physical pain. As your are forced to breathe in again and again, your face turns pale and your eyes start tearing, you feel yourself at the edge of breaking completely. "So... what will it be, then?" Anka suddenly says, pulling her huge, smothering feet back a bit. "Will you finally behave, or shall I knock you out for good?"
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