You look down at the fancy loafer with dread. Sweat makes it difficult to keep your grip, but the feeling of vertigo ensures you hold on toght. If you do this, you're basically accepting a life of servitude. It isn't easy to just let go
But even a whiff of those other shoes was enough to be honest with yourself. You weren't getting out of this. The thought fills you with despair, but it's true. The other side of this clothesline might as well be miles away. The foul stench of paws only got worse the further you got. The closer you were to victory, the worse your fate when you inevitably fail.
Those shoes looked worn down and used. At least these loafers implied their owner would take good care of you. The smell of cocoa butter and fruit was delightful compared to the musky foot-stink eminating from the boots further down. It was almost hypnotizing, as if it were ensuring your safety if you just gave in.
It's not easy to let go, but you do. With a pitiful gasp, your release your grip. You fall down, instantly regretting your decision as you flail helplessly against the air. Four seconds that feel like an eternity, before finally-
*Thump.*
You land painlessly on the soft cushioned inside of the loafer. It's surreal, seeing a shoe so big. It nearly looks worn compared to the other shoes, even from the insude.
Inside...
Your eyes widen as you realize what you've done. You just gave up. You've accepted a life of servitude. Your old life is over...
The enticing smell of cocoa butter is so much stronger now. The aroma that once felt calming and reassuring now felt mocking and demeaning in its intensity, as if deriding you for doing something so foolish.
Your heart races. You can't accept this! You have to get out of here! If you're fast, you might be able to run before the rabbit traps you in here!
You try to scramble out from the shoe, but you can't manage it. Your back is stuck to something so sticky you can't pry yourself free.
Above you, the Rabbit's camera comes into view.
"There we have it, folks! Looks like this one gave up quick and picked the paw they wanted! Doesn't happen often, but..."
He leans in and huffs the shoe. The earnestness of it disturbs you.
"You know what? Can't say he made a bad choice! Some of you do send me some pretty nasty stuff, but this one looks so fancy. If anyone wants to participate in the next game, consider a strategy like this! You might end up bagging yourself a subby little pet~. I doubt this one will take long to break in at all." He pushes the camera closer. "What a pervert. He was practically diving into that loafer, heh~."
"P-Please!" You shout. You know it's probably hopeless, but you're too desperate not to try. "I...I slipped! Give me another chance!"
"No second chances, buddy! You shoes, you lose! Heh! Feel free to keep begging, though. The viewers love this part. "
You whimper as the rabbit keeps filming you, all while you whine and cry out for mercy. All your desperate pleas meet are the uncaring lens of the camera.
You wriggle against the sticky substance, but like a mouse in a trap you're unable to eacape. You cry out, but your voice only makes the rabbit snicker. You close your eyes, silently begging that this is all some dream.
But the ever-present scent of cocoa butter reminds you that it's very, very real.
The rabbit runs back. You can hear his joyful voice, even if you can't see him from outside the show you're stuck in.
"Will the next player emerge victorious, or will they submit to the stink, and descend into a new life of servitude. Tune in next time!"
The rabbit returns, camera in one hand and a piece of cloth in the other.
"God, that look on your face was priceless! Most losers are either gagging from the rank odor or pleading for their life. But you--well, you were still pleading, obviously. But that look of humiliation you got from just giving up? So hot. I know a lot of people who are going to jerk one out to that for weeks.
As he speaks, he continues to film. Likely getting more b-roll for his perverted video. He reaches in and pulls out that note. In your panic, you never even bothered to read it. The rabbit doesn't even bother to tell you what it says. You'll be finding out eventually...
You twitch, all of your strength leaving you after struggling so hard to no avail. You just want that smug, uncaring rabbit to leave you alone already.
"Eh. That should be enough. Have fun with your new life, little guy!"
You get your wish when he unceremoniously stuffs that cloth into the entrance to the shoe. You're alone now. Surrounded by darkness. Even as you feel the rabbit lift you up and carry you off, he doesn't even acknowledge you anymore. You lost his game. He got everything he wanted out of you. Now it's time for him to send you to the victor and find another victim.
You wish you could at least curl up and plug your nose, but you can't. You can only lay sprawled out and endure. Endure the heavy weight of defeat and humiliation, and the powerful smell of fruit and cocoa butter that you sacrificed your freedom to...
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