This choice: After a while, more feet • Go Back... When she finally pulls her god forsaken feet onto the couch where she sits, you gasp for air like a fish out of water. She sits and watches you idly while you recover, like a cat watching a trapped mouse. Then she gets up, making a point of not saying anything or touching you, disappearing out of your line of sight. You figure now is the optimal time to scream for help, surely someone in this suburban neighborhood will hear them so that's exactly what you do. You start screaming at the top of your lungs for anybody to help, that this lady's insane. Before you know it, Angela is right on top of you, and she slams her heel into your neck and holds it there, causing a small blackout, depriving you of any air.
"You better hope to and part to every god there is Nick you pathetic worm! There is very little persuading me not to kill you! Oooooh you're lucky I love you, I'm willing to give you one more chance. Completely clean my feet so that you could eat off of them. You have an hour to satisfy me or I will smother you under these." She takes the foot not on your throat and demonstrates, blocking out your view of the world. "Do you understand you slime ball?" Blue in the face and seconds from passing out, you do your best to nod and open your mouth wide, causing a gentle smile in your captors face.
She removes her feet and sits, then replaces them into and around your mouth. You start sucking, you take each toe and swirl your tongue around it, licking off toe jam, whatever will take you out of the hole you just dug yourself. But it's not enough and she tips your head back with one foot and starts roughly scraping a callus off her other with your teeth. She makes swallow that along with toenails that she had you bite off along with dirt and whatever she picked up walking god knows where. By the time she switches feet, your mouth begins to taste like what a locker room smells likes, making you gag. Then stretching herself across your face, you take the length of her foot along her tongue. She then smacks your face away from them. It must've been an hour, there's not a speck of grime left, but she takes her feet back up herself for inspection anyways. She flexes and turns them in the light, truly looking for any mistake. Then she shrugs and plops them down, you're not going to die tonight but what is she going to do now?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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