The coppery tang hit your taste buds, and you thought you'd be free. However, with your mouth agape, it managed to suck in the blood bleeding from her foot. Not much came, and as such, she didn't feel it.
Debating in your head what to do, you felt the gravity shift once again. She wasn't walking... She was running.
Looking forward to the big game, she was in a hurry to rush out of the car and get started. Little did she know that she was running around on top of somebody. However, she did note that her shoe felt slightly more comfortable than usual.
You no longer could do anything as her foot pummeled your face. The once cold and clammy skin began to sweat and heat up, and the familiar taste of foot sweat entered your mouth once more. All you could do was wait until the game was over, knowing very well you'll probably stick to her foot...
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