While I fight for my life, I can only watch through the tiny gaps between the toes as my sister and mother sit nearby, not noticing me at all and continuing to converse about what I assume must be my mysterious disappearance. I struggle even harder, trying to make noise and hoping for anything that could be heard by my family.
I look up through the toe gaps and see that my captor seems to have fallen asleep. Seizing my chance, I squirm and wriggle with every ounce of my remaining strength to get free of the grimy toes. With all my might, I finally manage to breqk free from the fleshy toe cage. Without looking back I sprint towards my sister's socked foot and start banging on it as hard as I can, desperately hoping for her to notice me.
My sister, still engaged in conversation, doesn't notice me at first. I continue to bang on her foot in desperation, but she is oblivious to me, absorbed in talking with my mom.
The teenager's foot suddenly shifts and lands on top of me, pinning me to the ground beneath the sweaty sock and pressing meq into the cold hard floor. The sweat and stink from her feet are overwhelming, and the fabric of the sock feels hot against my body.
Me: "Ahhh!! Emily let me go!!! Mphhhhh!!! Get your- mphhhhh - feet off me!!!"
My pleading and cries for help are muffled by my sister's thick muscular foot, which continues to press down on me, completely oblivious to what's happening. The soft, sweaty sock completely covers my body, hiding me completely from view.
*the boarding call is announced and my sister begins gathering her things and moving her foot towards her old converse. When her foot finally lifted up off of me, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief, that relief waa short-lived, as it was immediately replaced by a feeling of dread as I realized the hell that awaited me within my own sister's disgusting old shoe.
I panic as I fight against the sock fibers thqt my miniscule body has become stuck to. But the foot is unrelenting in it's movement, heading into the old stinking converse. Her foot enters the converse with me inside and takes a few agonizing steps before she realizes something is in there.
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