You lean down grabbing the shoe box, you pack the shoes back in like they would look in the shop. You grab the left shoe and in a second, you are tightly packed into a box, wrapped in paper. Just then someone came into the room, they came over to your box, closed the lid and sat down next to it. You heard a phone get dialed, "hey lauren, its becca----yeah im here now-------no just me he mustve left-------the shoes are here yeah------thank you by the way-----its okay if i leave the box?-----okay great, thank youuu" suddenly the lid was ripped open and you were grabbed, thrown to the floor and then a huge socked foot crashed down ontop of you. "Oh no, im a gift for someone, becca she said?" You thought to yourself under the pressure of the foot. Not long after you were thrown down, you got picked up, you couldnt see beccas face but her body was amazing. Then your vision was cut off by the same black sock being jammed into you, stretching you out, as her foot got fully in and the laces (your arms) were tightened, she stood up, crushing down on you, making you feel faint.
She bagan to walk, every step was agony, the loud bang as her foot hit the ground threatened to burst your fabric eardrums. She kept walking for 20 minutes, never once thinking her shoe was being tortured, or even that it could be tortured. To her, you were just her new shoe, something she owned, nothing more.
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