Margot drove to the gym, which you'd think might've allowed you some time to relax what with her not walking but, unfortunately for you, you were plastered to the bottom of the foot she used to brake. Every time Margot wanted to slow down or come to a stop, every give-way, crossing, traffic light, and slow driver ahead resulted in you being severely crushed under Margot's sole. The giant actress just bopped away to the radio on her way, totally unaware of your pitiful existence in her sock.
With one final brake, you and Margot arrived at the gym. The actress strolled in, signed in, and got to work. As if her simply sauntering atop you wasn't bad enough, now you would have to deal with being plastered to her sole whilst she jogged on a treadmill. The pounding got faster, you had even less time to breathe and, what's worse, the workout was causing Margot to sweat even more. You were glistening with her sweat, you couldn't avoid catching the salty slime in all of your orifices; it's all you could taste and smell, it even glazed your eyes and caused them to sting.
You were forced to swallow whatever accumulated in your mouth else you would quite literally drown. You were being waterboarded by Margot Robbie using her foot sweat and she didn't even know she was doing it. This went on for at least half an hour but, eventually, Margot dismounted the apparatus and sat down to have a breather, after all, she was tired from exerting herself so much. Little did she know of the tiny, little guy in her shoe who had been beaten senseless and debilitated tens of times worse than she had.
The giant woman refreshed herself with a swig of water all the while you continued to reluctantly gulp down globs of sweat. At this point, you had grown used to the taste, and the smell, and good thing too because you would yourself stink of Margot's massive, slimy foot for the foreseeable future.