The goth snipped Jack back in between her fingers and hovered him near her chin, whispering. "I'm Grace, by the way. Didn't really properly introduce myself." Her breath coated over Jack like a nice summer's breeze, only it was a bit more brisk and smelled of mint. "Anyways, class is about to wrap up, I have the perfect spot for you to hang out while I head to lunch." Jack didn't have the opportunity to reply as the girl lowered him under the table. He looked down and noticed her boots had been unstrapped and her leg was slowly retreating from its confines. Jack observed the freakishly large sock that was pulled up over the goth's knee; it colored red and black, matching her hair. "Oh no," Jack weakly whispered. He kept getting closer to the entrance to the boot, and he knew what was going to happen, but he was far too tired to resist. Grace dropped Jack casually into her boot, then leaned it forward, sending him to the toe section of the boot. Jack hit the end with a thud and right away felt the humidity of where he was. The padding below him was slightly moist, creating somewhat of a squish when he pressed down on it. Then suddenly, the light shining in on the boot greatly diminished. Jack frightfully looked to the entrance of the boot and saw the red and black covered foot of Grace having slid in. He gradually felt an incline raise behind him and Jack began sliding towards the now uplifted foot. Grace had raised cocked her boot the other way, now with the toe section slightly raised in the air. "No, no, no, no, no!" Jack cried as he continued to slide. He hit the sole of Grace's foot with a smack, and this sensation alerted the giant goth. She set her foot down and Jack and lowered the boot back onto the floor.
*RUB*
*SMUSH*
For the few remaining minutes of her class, Grace toyed with Jack under her foot. She smashed him, rubbed him, squeezed him, you name it. Jack had nearly been knocked out a few times before she had finally gotten up to go to lunch. As bad as the girl just toying with him was, Jack wouldn't know true misery until she started walking.
*CRUNCH*
"Oh my god," Grace laughed, feeling Jack's body mulch under her foot. She couldn't help but wiggle her toes in delight as Jack was pinned under her sole. With each step the goth took, Jack's consciousness grew wearier. Even from under Grace's massive foot, Jack could hear the clocking noise of her boot hitting the pavement. He pondered how he got in this situation in the first place before finally passing out after a particularly rough step taken by Grace. In that moment, Grace felt a squish under her foot and Jack's already barely noticeable movements cease. She kept her brisk pace towards the dining hall, but was now a little bit concerned for the little guy's well-being. After having gotten a plate of food in the dining hall, Grace found an isolated table for one and took off her boot. There, stuck to her slightly damp sock, was Jack's flattened body. "Oh no," Grace whispered. She gently peeled him off and set him next to her plate of food. Not knowing what else to do with him, Grace quietly ate, hoping he would wake soon.
When Jack does awaken, what happens?
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