You run towards the shoelace trying to ignore all the good reasons you have for staying in this humid prison and trying to get encouraged by the red splotches that make the putrid giant sauna fell more like a warzone, but once you half heartedly arrive there you realize you have lost most of your determination to escape your sister's sneaker.

Looking up at the daunting climb you would have to make it out into the real world, only to spend more time climbing down the sneaker and then what? Kate wasn't around to try to get near her and to grow back talking to her is the only plan in your head. You would just be exposing yourself to a probably even more hostile environment at your puny size for no gain. But you also recognize with a shudder that's not the only reason.

You look back at the other slaves, dilligently working on their hands and knees in the futile task of trying to clean the sole of the sneaker, and realize nobody, not even the woman that was organizing the small group bothered to stop you or at least talk with you. Maybe this was a scene they have already seen before, someone escaping to never be seen again, or maybe they really did want to treat your sister as a Goddess even if it costed them their lives. And looking again at a couple of red spots in front of you makes you understand how regardless of whether they lost faith or are living the dream, you feel a sense of responsibility and don't want to leave them behind with their impossible mission. 

But you already know you aren't convincing anyone to escape with you. You always knew that. Walking away from the shoelace you slowly approach one of the working slaves to check how is he trying to clean the sole when there are no tools available to do a good job, no water, no rags, no buckets, not even enough air back then in the toe section. And while walking, you try to struggle with the most conflicting reason you didn't escape from here, the weird sense of comfort this prison, or this warzone, was giving you. 

When you tried to visualize successfully growing back you found out you couldn't, instead your mind kept replaying the two times Kate picked you up effortlessly, and that's before you got smaller! Not even picturing a scenario when she teased you for having experienced being one of her slaves worked, instead you now just see her giant scowl when you failed to worship her like everyone else, the way her foot changed the environment in the aquarium and transformed your current habitat. That was the more conflicing reason. You struggle with the fact that the more time you spent here, the more your perception of Kate changed, no longer seeing her as your bratty sister but as a Goddess that could control your life with ease.

You finally can see with enough detail what one of the slaves is doing, and as you guessed it is a suboptimal cleaning approach. He's using his tattered clothes as a makeshift rag to push the lint, dirt and.. other remains towards the walls of the shoe, and pressing hard on humid spots to make the piece of cloth absorb some of Kate's foot sweat to try and clean the bloody splotches of former slaves obliterated by her titanic foot.

Disturbed and disgusted but also defeated, you take off your shirt and mimic his actions, pushing hard on the insole to extract some "water" and using it to clean to the best of your ability. Seeing the others work you understand there's a zone near the toes where most of the sweat gets absorbed by the insole, and without a bucket, you have to make multiple trips there in order to keep your cleaning tool wet enough to reduce the red stains in other parts of the sneaker. The hard work distracts you and stops the negative thoughts, at least until the oppressive environment gets to you in a different way, not just due to the smell and humidity, but because due to the physical labor you start to get sweaty and thirsty yourself.

You saw how the other slaves solved this problem, basically treating the foot sweat as actual water and using it as the only way available to refresh their bodies and even quench their thirst, but you deliberately avoided doing it until you had no other choice. With your body reaching a breaking point, you concede defeat. You wash your face and chest with the still warm sweat you extract from the insole in order to continue working. You don't drink it directly, but as you keep working you can feel it on your lips and you try to avoid thinking on how, as a real Goddess, Kate can make you humble yourself without even being present, how her will can overpower yours now without moving a finger. You just hope there's a way you can make it out of here under her terms, acknowledging how she must have the power to grow you back some way.

What happens next?