"You're under my shoes!" She lifts her sneaker sand you look around. You're tightly bound in a dark green sleeping bag, everything but your face covered and stored under her couch. She sits above you, holding her two old, ratty, blue, and gray champion sneakers and wearing a very evil grin. You try to scream, but realize your mouth is taped and a sock is stuffed deeply beneath a couple layers of tape. You then resort to thrashing your head, but on each side of you a massive, wrinkly, and quite smelly foot blocks your gaze. "While you were napping, I took the liberty of making sure you don't get second thoughts about living with me, but I got bored and went to the gym instead." To emphasize, she strokes one of your cheeks with a sweaty foot. You turn away from it, only to receive a slap from the other, then are smothered by both of them. "I did aloooooot of cardio, must've been at least three hours worth, but now I'm sooooo tired and sweaty. I really appreciate you being here, it's going to help me get back into the groove of things."
The smell is revolting, you remember when you accidentally got a whiff of Amy's feet here and there when you picked her up from sports, and now you know exactly where she got it from. She seems either completely unaware of just how ripe and earthy her feet are, or exactly knowledgeable her sharp and offensive odor, because she keeps casually rubbing them around your face and gently pulling at your hair and nose. That plus the taste of her sweat sock combined with the heat of your prison and the humidity of her feet make you dizzy. And although blinded by her toes, you could hear her soap opera playing in the background, and these could marathon for ages, you weren't going anywhere. Eventually you got used to her somehow, and lulled off to sleep.
And you only knew you fell asleep because she fell asleep and her obnoxious snoring woke you up, but you were overjoyed at a new realization. Sure you were tied down and nobody knew were you where, but her feet had slid off your face when she dozed off, so you had fresh air and could look around again. You were overjoyed at this new opportunity and took extra deep breaths. Then the house exploded in noise, someone was knocking at the door. Angela was up in a heartbeat, and used your head as a spring board on her trip to the door. You were reeling in the sudden pain your skull was in but before you could recover, you heard something that made chills run down your spine.
"Heeeeeeeey Nickkkkkk I got a surprise for youuuuu!" You cringed when you heard her call out to you, this couldn't be good for you. Not in the slightest. You tried to scoot and squirm and crawl away in your sleeping bag prison, but you were firmly wedged under the couch. Now you pondered the question, what was the surprise?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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