Kate’s sneakers…Kate’s favorite sneakers. You are surprised she hasn’t thrown them away. The rubber on the rim has been discolored and appears gray, with the sturdy black fabric having a few scratches from years of love they had endured. 

Your sister lifts you up by the legs, hoovering your miniature form above the padded sole collar. Even up here, you can feel the immense heat coming off it - like some cruel mockery of a sauna. It seems like she wants to put you on full display to the rest of her slaves who watch your pathetic form wiggling in anticipation. 

With the goddess' smirk, you are dropped down into the dark abyss, landing on the moist insole - the fabric drenched with years of her sweat. It reeks in her, with you having to pluck your nose. The floor below you is eternally imprinted with the grimy outline of your sister’s huge foot, her essence having soaked into every surface of this new prison.

Before you can even curse, you feel a tingling sensation around your neck. It was the same sensation you felt the first time you shrunk. With your points reduced, so was your size - the sole section resembling an endless desert.

Looking up, you can see Kate’s huge eye looming above you. If they were like lakes before, they are now oceans. Swallowing nervously, the cruel realization hits you. Your sister is an absolute titaness. Somehow, you find it more believable that people are able to see her as a goddess at this size, for her mere sight is enough to make you tremble. 

Once again, you are battered from every direction as the shoe is thrown down to the ground alongside you with a satisfying splat of the sole against the hardwood floor. It feels similar to being on one of those waterfall rides, but instead of the chlorine smell of the water, it's your sister's salty sweat.

Standing up, you rub the back of your head just to see other shrunken slaves alongside you. Just like you, they have been confined to the shoe. What “crimes” they may have committed, you do not know. 

Right now, they are all running towards the toe section like a swarm of animals, some tripping down into the trenches of your sister’s grimy imprint. You look up, seeing the cause of their stampede. Kate is sliding her foot into the shoe, the heavy fabric of her white socks blocking the little light and basking you in absolute darkness. 

Her foot almost seems to be falling in slow motion, with you mesmerized by its sight. When you snap out of it, you decide to…