This wasn't the right way to go. More than any other spot on her body, Ellie's feet were the least likely to notice you, especially while she slept. Nevertheless, you press on with a strange sense of curiosity. You eventually make it behind her soles and marvel with both dread and awe at just how small you are compared to her. The air is thick with their smell but you remain and instead study the intricate patterns of the footprint. You notice how thick the callouses are and the sheer amount of debris you can see stuck to the skin that would otherwise be invisible to the naked eye. You wonder if you could get her to feel you from here, you walk over to the most sensitive areas in between her toes and begin to rub the skin between her big and second toe. You can feel sweat stick to your hands but eventually, the toes around you begin to wiggle in response. You maneuver to the arches of her third and fourth toes and rinse and repeat, this time the reaction is much more alive.

As you rub at the moist skin, the toes above you squeeze inward at lightning speed! Compressed on all sides by Ellie's feet, you begin to panic. Your face is ruthlessly mashed into the bottom of a toe, cutting off all air, but more importantly, the angle at which you are bent starts to strain your back. The pressure only tightens as Ellie's subconscious tries to rid you of her feet, cracks groan from your back until you hear a loud POP! A wave of unbearable pain explodes from your back before being overwhelmed by a chilling numbness.

After having their way with you, Ellie's toes eventually release their grip and drop you onto the mattress before them. The numbness has swept over your entire body, unable to move a muscle you can only stare aimlessly at the giant feet that paralyzed you. In a frighteningly short amount of time, your mental state plummets. You know you'll die here, Ellie will never find you and what little days you do have left will be spent forced to stare at her smelly feet. Your unbridled anger can only be directed at yourself for leading you here, it would have been so easy to get to her face instead of this. Your anger subsides to depression which inevitably gives way to acceptance. If you are destined to die here, you could at the very least die trying to get Ellie's attention with what little movement you have left. Gingerly, you stretch out your tongue as far as you can until it touches the hard bottom of Ellie's little toe. The taste is something awful but you have no choice but to resort to licking the foot until it notices you.

You spent the night in an awful cycle of cleaning the bottom of Ellie's toe to no end. By the time she woke up, she hadn't felt a thing and you were left to rot under her blanket for the rest of the day until she returned home. This time she slept on her other side so the heel of her foot was in your face. The smell was much worse than the previous night and so was the ever foul taste. Days go by in the blink of an eye, You develop somewhat of an obsession with cleaning Ellie's soles, it was the only action you could do, so you spent your days eagerly awaiting the next time they'd be shoved in your face. The best nights were when Dina stayed the night and you had twice the work to do. Eventually, dehydration is what kills you, countless intakes of salty sweat have thoroughly drained your body of water until it could no longer function...