The laces are hugely thick, but ties loosely enough for you to slide yourself in between them and hope for the best.
Hoping for the best isn't good enough. Whoever it is whose foot you're on took advantage of the fact that they're bending down to pick up their bag to check their shoelaces as well.
Hence, they see you.
You are ripped from your place like a cork from a bottle, mammoth fingers squeezing your shoulders with enough force to burst you like a grape under a steamroller.
In other words, ouch.
You don't get a chance to see who it is that is doing this to you, as you pass out from the pain, to awaken later...
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