Ellie smiles, perhaps this wasn't the best decision after all. Lowering her head further, Ellie's mouth now hovers directly over your face. You can smell the whisps of breath flowing from her lips and catch a glimpse of the monstrous tongue and shiny teeth inside. Her lips lean in closer and for a second you think they might kiss you, but instead, they part slightly and deposit a boatload of saliva onto your struggling head. Your arms pinned to your side, you can do nothing but flail, trying not to drown nor drink any of the spit now encasing your face. Eventually, one party gives out and you're forced to suck down as much of the revolting liquid as you can until you're able to break the surface. Ellie cackles with sadistic laughter. "Wow, I didn't expect you to drink my spit that quickly! Here, you must be thirsty!" You scream but your voice is silenced by yet another ocean of saliva falling on your head. Knowing what to do now, you immediately start to guzzle down gallon after gallon until the level is low enough for you to breathe. You get about two gulps of fresh air before Ellie's heavy finger smashes into your face driving you back below the surface.

Bubbly spit oozes back into your mouth as you bite ravenously at the fingertip. You're drowning and as your vision starts to darken, you're going to die being waterboarded with some woman's spit. How pathetic. Just before everything fades, the finger releases you. You spring out of the spit lake and take in all the air you can get. "Ready to talk now?" Ellie watches your tiny body struggling in her drool. Spitting the last of the liquid out of your mouth and wiping the rest off your brow you return her cruel stare. Your head held high, you yell up to your captor. "Fuck you! You're a psychotic bitch!" It was all your exhausted lungs could muster. Ellie only laughs harder at your defiance.

The giantess rises from her seat and crouches next to her bed. Beneath it, she pulls out what looks to be a discarded dirty sock. You didn't need to ask where you were going as she grabbed you from the desk and tossed you into the dark opening of the sock. You're tossed back to the desk and the sock entrance is pinned shut by a notebook. "I've got work now so you get to stay in there but don't worry, I'll check back in later tonight!" Ellie leaves shortly after and the reality of your situation starts to kick in. You guessed you'd have roughly 12 hours to kill before she returned and with no way of escape, you were forced to endure it all. The sock itself, while filthy and unwashed, didn't smell as bad as you had expected. Over the many days of neglect beneath the bed, most of the odor had dissipated. Curled against the worn sock fabric, you close your eyes trying to get some sleep.

You only manage to squeak a couple of hours at most. The rest of your sentence was spent wondering what twisted fate Ellie had in store for when she got back and what you had endured so far. Had this been anyone else like Owen or Manny, you might enjoy being this small, but this wasn't some hot guy, it was the surrogate daughter of your father's killer. And this wasn't anything sexual, it was her dirty old sock, it was the gallons of her slimy spit you were forced to swallow. Your hatred towards her and her father was at an all-time high but there was nothing more you could do about it, they had won.

You were starting to get used to the subtle odor of Ellie's feet everywhere when the door barged open and not so long after, light shone harshly into your sock prison. The sock is tipped over lazily, sending you barreling out of the entrance and onto the carpet floor in between Ellie's mountainous shoes. She sits on her bed over you and asks "So, where were we? You going to talk?" It takes some strong willpower but you refuse to give in. Ellie smiles and taps her feet sending earthquakes from either side of you. "Good, don't quit on me now!" Ellie bends down and begins to untie her shoes. Since you're so comfortable smelling my dirty old socks, why don't you spend the rest of the night with my feet?" Ellie's hand plucks you from the ground and raises you over her foot as it slides out of her sneaker. "Let's get you reacquainted!" She holds you up to the sole of her socked foot, her toes wiggling in excitement. The near-toxic odor hits you immediately. "Please stop! Wait, I'll talk! I'll talk!" You scream, your body is slammed against the moist sole, and a finger presses against the back of your head, smearing it into the foot. Your nose feels like it's on fire, the pungent odor and salt sweaty burn your sensitive skin as you're ground into the ball of Ellie's foot.

After what felt like an hour, you're finally torn away and held over the opening of Ellie's shoe. The heat rising from it is sweltering against your limb body and you offer no resistance as you plummet into the shoe. Your bruised body smashes into the wet insole while the entrance above is covered by Ellie's sock. The world is pitch black and somehow reeks even worse than before. You throw up the contents of your stomach which mostly contains a copious amount of saliva. Wandering endlessly deeper into the shoe, your feet stumble across bogs of sweat-clogged material. Eventually you find the soggy crater of Ellie's toeprint and curl into a small ball. You couldn't comprehend how someone could be so cruel, to have such extensive experience with torture and how to break one's mind. It was working, and the foul environment of Ellie's poor hygiene was taking a heavy toll on your body and mind.

Come morning you hardly register the sock being removed from the entrance and the shoe tilting back. You're too weak to protest the fingers curling around your body and dropping you back onto the floor. When you finally do gain some sort of consciousness, you find yourself staring at Ellie's bare feet planted in front of you. You don't care what she has planned anymore, all you crave now is the sweet release of death or at the very least to get as close to Ellie's feet as possible. But these ideas contradict and in the end, you decide to head closer to her toes, hoping, begging, that she'll accidentally step on you. You eventually reach her big toe and wail against its warm calloused skin, drinking in the all too familiar smell while you work.

Ellie seemed to be amused by your display of courage and has thus far allowed you to keep going. After seeing that the pounding has gotten you nowhere, you instead decide to squeeze between Ellie's toes. Eventually, you can crawl under the arch of her big toe, the space is snug and stuffy but much more risky. This time you get a reaction as the toes rear up from the feeling, now towering over you. You punch the much harder underside of the toe, begging it to come crashing down and smother you under its mass. "Jeez, guess you really came around to my feet huh? Well, I've done all I can do, you're free to go". This last comment is what finally broke you. You had spent so long slowly losing your humanity only to be thrown away the next day? As the foot above you moved away you try your hardest to chase it, to fall until its heel or get kicked away. It pauses briefly, as Ellie puts on a new pair of jeans, this was your chance. Running as hard as you could, you positioned yourself right under her raised leg. You watch with glee as the thick sole slips out of the jean leg and unknowingly crushes you ruthlessly beneath it. You had spent last night fixated by Ellie's giant feet and finally, they gave you the peace you deserved...