"Alright loser, you hate feet? Prepare to suffer." Maria was really going to go through with this. She slammed her sweaty socked feet onto your face as hard as she could. Your eyes began to water, and you could've sworn that your nose was broken. About five minutes into smothering you, Maria spoke up, "You know, i'm so rich, i just throw my socks out and continuosly buy new ones. I have three garbage bags full of them. I may just bury you in them and make you suck them clean."
Maria got up, and got the garbage bags. They were stuffed to the brink of explosion, and the smell was absolutley horrid. They were all in te bags, and you could smell them already. "You are in big big trouble. I want you to start with these. My other socks have been in these bas, all soaking up and mixing in sweat amongst themselves. Have fun."
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