Raquelle slides on her Birkenstock, pressing you further into the sweaty prison of her sock. The rancid odor fills you nostrils, as you feel like you’re going to pass out.
“See you at the mall Isabel!” She exclaims and heads out of the locker room.
Raquelle starts walking, with each step pushing you further and further into the fabric of her socks, the scent overwhelming.
The sweat begins to adhere you to her sole, trapping you as she continues to walk. She finally reaches the mall, and meets up with Isabel. As they talk, she taps her foot, pounding you into the soft flesh of her sweaty foot.
“Come on, let’s go do some shoe shopping.” Isabel says.
Raquelle thinks for a moment, then replies “Ok, sure”.
They enter the shoe store and start looking around.
They each find a couple of pairs of shoes they want to try.
“Finally” Raquelle exclaims, as she slips her Birkenstock’s off.
She also removes her socks and see a tiny splinter of light. There is a hole in the sock. With all your might, you pull yourself towards the hole, longing for freedom. At last, you are able to slip out of the hole and make a run for it. You lose track of where you are in the store, and suddenly you run down an aisle and almost run into two girls trying on shoes. You hear them say
“I think we’re done shopping”
You need someplace to hide quick, as your right out in the open.
You see a beaten up pair of white Nike Air Force 1’s that smell like they haven’t been washed in years. You also see a pair of black Adidas slides that have white stripes, which have a dirty foot imprint on them. You need to make a decision quick.
You choose...
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