You decide to use the Air Forces as a hiding spot. Safer than the slides, but a more horrendous experience but you go for it anyways. The right shoe is flipped to the side so that one opening is available for you to get inside.
You take a glance at the shoes as you run towards them. Completely beaten up, creases all over and a yellow sole makes them look rancid and worn down from years of wear. Your back shudders but you quickly climb inside. Immediately you are met with a wave of warm foot smell hitting your face making you gag but you push further on.
You quickly make your way to the toe section where the musk is thicker and more humid as the sweat from the sole evaporates into the air around you.
You try not to breathe in but every small sniff is making your head numb and you nostrils burning.
"I love these shoes!" One of the girl exclaims as you hear footsteps coming towards your shoe.
"Yeah they look really good on you!" Says the other girl, who is way closer to your shoe than the other one.
"Jeez Jenny dont you want to buy some new ones too? Your Air Forces can go into retirement right now!" So Jenny is the one who will torture me for now, you think to yourself.
"Hmm yeah maybe but i think I'll stick to them for now. I dont like to try new stuff, i like to be comfortable and these are comfy!" Jenny answers, and flips your shoe upright again.
You stumble and fall face flat into the mushy insole making you cry in disgust.
But you have no time clean your face from the sweat as your shoe moves uncontrollably.
Probably Jenny getting them on again. You stumble forwards when your eyes fall on the five dark molds made by her toes.
"Oh dear God" You sigh and quickly step forward, but the shoe moves again, making you fall forwards again.
Now Jenny's socked foot rushes into the shoe. You yelp as you see a big worn out nike sock rushing towards you.
You can see sweat stans and the imprint of each toe as it pushes you right into the sole, pinning you down between the wet insole and the also wet sock.
Your face gets mushed right into the toe part of her rancid used sock, completely sealing your face with worn, warm thick cotton. You try to breathe but only musk fills your nose as you try not to gag.
The smell is really something for its own, a smell almost as bad as Raquelles socks.
At least the sock is dry, but it wasnt before. The sole is covered in crusty sweat making the smell unbearable.
"Alright girl, i'll text ya!"
"Bye Madison"
While you tried to get "comfortable" in your new prison, the girls paid for Madisons shoes and said goodbye, leaving you and Jenny, who has no idea you're there, alone.
"Alright now quickly..."
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