This choice: No, but she comes to the sock drawer to grab a pair • Go Back...Chapter #6No, but she comes to the sock drawer to grab a ... by: Tisch   After what Jack considered to be an eternity, he heard footsteps coming his way to the drawer. Perhaps his sister was coming back to get him. When the drawer opened, out of the sock he was staying in, Jack saw his sister's blank face peering in. But it was apparent very quickly that she wasn't there to get him, it seemed she had already forgot about her brother. Instead, she was there to grab a pair of socks to wear to dinner, as the family had chosen to go out that night. Her hand came directly for Jack and he ducked.
Falling backwards, Jack was shaken for a few moments. The hard reality hit him like a brick and Jack knew what was happening. Izzy had chosen to wear the pair of socks that he was in, something Jack considered extremely unlikely when he chose to settle down. Now there was nothing he could do. The oversized toes of Izzy came into view, the sweet scent of her body wash now prevalent as well. Regardless of the sweet smell, Jack was petrified. Flashbacks came into mind as her toes crept everso closer. On multiple occasions, Izzy, with the help of Lucy, pinned Jack to the ground and stuck her horrid feet into his mouth, whatever joy she got out of that, Jack has yet to understand.
This scenario was much worse, however. Jack could do no more has he was soon pinned up against Izzy's sock by her foot, barely registering as a noticeable feeling to Izzy. Without giving it a second thought, Izzy got her shoes on and went downstairs to her mother and sister, while Jack was left to get smushed in between her toes. When she entered the living room, Carey asked about Jack.
"Where's your brother? We should be getting going now". Izzy gasped. She forgot about Jack. "Shit, he must still be in my sock drawer," she thought. "I guess he'll be okay, we shouldn't be gone tremendously long". Coming back to reality, Izzy answered her mother. "H-he told me that he, uh, was inviited to a friend's house for dinner. Apparently, someone new came to town and he was introducing them to the neighborhood" she fibbed. Carey smiled, convinced of Izzy's lie, and ushered the two sisters out of the house and to the car. Izzy chuckled as she hopped in. While all of this was going on, Jack was getting worn out by the frequent beating he took from Izzy's foot. Whether it was getting jammed in between her toes or smashing onto the top of Izzy's foot, Jack was in serious pain.
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Jack would unfortunately not even get to see through dinner. About a quarter of the way through dinner, Izzy began playing with her foot, recognizing there was something in her shoe but not knowing that it was Jack. "What the hell.." she muttered under her breath. She tossed him about, scrunching him under her foot and knocking him back with her toes. Jack finally succumbed to his sister's movements, though, when she brought her foot up and slid him under her sole. Rubbing and bumping incredibly often, the sensation Jack gave Izzy finally ceased when she finished him off.
*SQUISH*
Practically nothing more than a bug his giant sister had conquered, Jack would fade away into oblivion. He would later be washed away in Izzy's next load of laundry...  |
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