Licking her lips, she crawled over to the soles presented to her, marvelling again at their power along the way; the thought of fleeing, scurrying away in the darkness never crossed her mind. These soles have claimed her. She kissed the rough heel of the right one, then the left one, then raised her hands and pressed them into the flesh, trying to knead it in an attempt to appease the giant. His toes above curled in what she understood as satisfaction.

She rubbed, putting her back into it, and kept her mouth busy by showering His foot with kisses, like it was a long lost lover of hers. After she’d been working on the heels for what felt like an eternity His feet shifted sideways, resting now on their sides, and she could treat the soles with the same passionate care, and she did, although her arms, unused to labor, were starting to ache. His arches were softer than his heels; multiple times she simply pressed her little face into the foot flesh, feeling it mold to her features. Then there was the ball of His foot, which somehow was the most intimidated; she thought of this mighty appendage flexing at this point, relying on it with every step…

She didn’t have time to get to the toes - she was carelessly knocked over once again, and, before she could react, the feet attacked, starting another round of forceful, painful footplay, in which her fragile form was rubbed and rolled and knocked around and, of course, smothered beneath the musky bulk; her clothing was drenched with a mix of her and His sweat (but mostly His); it also got into her eyes and mouth, burning them both but in different ways. His toes, as deft as they were strong, played with her limbs, pulling her and bending her, and the bits of lint from between them got stuck all over her shirt and skirt. Her clothing was getting more than just messy; the fabric couldn’t stand up to the assault for much longer. Eventually, the world came to rest once again, but she had plenty of time to recognize: she was not just a servant bullied into submission, she was also a simple, mindless toy, sometimes meant to simply be beneath him.

Both of his feet now rested upon her, with her body trapped and split between the balls of his soles, her splayed out arms and legs painting a perfect picture of a battered damsel in distress - if only anyone could see her. A glimpse of light broke through a crack she didn’t know existed; Valerie blinked. The movie was coming to an end at last.

The weight disappeared. She curled up, looked around, noticing people getting up and ready to leave. Then she felt the hair on the back of her hair tingle - and that was how she finally met his gaze for real. His friendly, cheerful face had an expression of absolute disinterest.

Val felt her face going red. Tears came up to her eyes. She couldn’t bear the shame of actually talking to Him after this. After all, she was the creep. He simply… took advantage of that? Punished her? She knew this wasn’t exactly right, but she was the one feeling guilt.

The man reached down under His seat and pulled out a pair of beat-up sneakers. He nodded at Valerie and looked away, to His left. A smile was on His lips; Val however wasn’t sure why. She forced herself to look at the shoes. Huge, worn shoes with a very broken in look to them.

Like in a dream sequence, Valerie crawled towards the closest sneaker and forced herself over its side. She dropped onto the spongy surface with a quiet thud.

His foot followed her soon; first the smooth sole pressed down on the opening, cutting the light off, then it finally went in, filling all the space inside and burying poor little Valerie down under its unstoppable mass. She thought of screaming for help, because surely she would not survive in here, this had to be a mistake? but then, moving backwards, she naturally fell into a small indentation on the insole, which she didn’t even notice before. She was left to wonder as to how this indentation came to be in the first place when the sole settled over her, squishing the girl into the slot meant for her and leaving her in the tight, humid darkness. Sweat seeped in immediately, covering her face in the familiar slimy film. The roller coaster of steps started soon, and every time his foot hit the floor she thought her head was going to burst.

It didn’t after the first step, nor after the second or third, but this had to be the epitome of being beneath Him - part of His insole, away from the light of day and the people caring for her, away from everything that made her human. And she didn’t even know His name.

His foot came to a brief rest upon something soft. Valerie heard someone moan in pain. Sounds were muffled here, but this was also the first time she heard her newfound God speak.

“I’m taking it for the weekend. Bring us the other one, too”.

And with that cryptic message, He kept walking, and Valerie soon slipped into unconsciousness.