You whimpered into the mildly damp sock as it repeatedly crashed into you, flattening your body to the warm surface. Thankfully, the torment didn't last too long as you felt Blake's worn down socks slide out the boot, grinding her entire foot over your battered body. The curious face of the cat girl appeared in your vision with raised eyebrows.
Blake sat down in her chair, with one last swig of water she tugged off her worn out boot to peek inside. Her eyebrows raised as she noticed a paper doll at the bottom of her boot,
"Not again-" Blake frowned, reaching in, "Yang thinks I don't noti-" her voice caught itself as she felt the paper doll wiggle, her gloved fingertips flattening it out further in shock before yanking you out.
You whimpered slightly at the abuse, but were overjoyed at the surprised look the tall blackhaired girl was giving you. You had been found, finally safe and sound.
"Did- no it can't be real-" Blake frowned, flapping your battered body to find a response before putting you on the table in the hopes of finding movement.
After a few minutes, she noticed your twitches.
"Just like in my novels-" Blake gasped, picking you up before you were fully three dimentional. Her fingers not hesitating to stretch your face out slightly, "Rubber...? It looks alive-" she frowned, thinking back to how comfortable you had made her foot before shaking off the idea-
"Hey- this might sound weird but-"
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