The Escape - Chapter 3

I must have passed out a couple times inside that sneaker while that mysterious stranger was jogging on me without knowing the torture she was inflicting on me. At some point, my whole shoe prison was wet with her disgusting footsweat. I felt my whole body being molded to the shoe’s insole. I wanted out, desperately. I tried kicking and screaming again but my energy levels were getting lower and lower. For a few minutes in there I had the strange feeling that this whole mission was going to be a failure and that I would simply die in there without being able to get any hopes back. I would fail to save my friends. 

But the jogging eventually stopped. She walked, then the walking eventually stopped, and the laces were being loosened. The giantess’ foot pulled out from the sneaker, letting fresh air come in the shoe. I started screaming again.

“HELP!” I kicked and tried to unglue the insole material to get free like I was supposed to bu I wasn’t strong enough. The giantess was already gone. I was alone again, trying to free myself in vain. The foot sweat started to dry and the smell started to get stronger. I was resting trapped inside an old worn sneaker that smelled like her foot. I gagged a few times. But I had to be patient. I spent hours in there, occasionally using the little strength I had gathered to try and get free but it was not working. They had glued the material too strong. I was thinking about my friends, still trapped at the shoe repair shop. They were counting on me. I had to do my best.

There was noise coming closer, steps, the ground under me was shaking a little. My giantess was getting closer. “Mr Cuddles…what are you doing?” she said, getting even closer. I got under the impression there was a giant cat close by, whose name was Mr Cuddles, and who had detected my presence and heard me. This was my chance. I screamed out of my lungs.

“HELP! I’m trapped in your shoe!” I did all I could to get my giantess’ attention, and I finally heard her say.

“Why are you….wait…what?” The shoe was then taken up. I continued screaming. Then I heard her say: “Hello?” I trashed and kicked and screamed.

“HELP ME!”

“Is there someone…. In my shoe?”

“YES! THERE IS ME! LISA! PLEASE HELP!”

“Oh my god…” said the girl above me. Then the insole was lifted up effortlessly and pulled out of the shoe, leaving me inside near the heel area. “Woah!” she said, seeing me. I looked up. She was a cute brunette, maybe 25 years old, beautiful green eyes and a very grossed out expression on her face. “Wow, you’re to tiny! What are you doing in my shoe?” she asked me.

“I was trapped!” I tried to catch my breath and looked up. “I was…a slave…at the shoe…repair shop. Please help me!” I screamed.

“A slave?” She looked puzzled, then she looked at the insole. “There is a whole in there… you were in my shoe all this time?” she asked.

“Yes… I was trapped. I have to save my friends! Call the police!” I remembered my mission.

“What? Wait a sec… You mean you are a slave and got in there to get free? Are you working with that indian lady?” she asked.

“My name is Lisa. Me and a few other people, we were shrunk by her and we are kept as slave to repair people’s shoes. We repaired yours, but I got inside to get free and get your attention so you could call the police and save my friends. Please, help me! Help us!” I explained to this beautiful girl.

“This is weird.” The giantess said. “I saw Mr Cuddles at my shoes and I was like, what the hell, and now there is a tiny girl inside my sneaker…” She looked like she had a hard time believing my story.

“Please help us!” I said again.

“Uh…Okay…hmm, well. I need to go now, but I can help you when I come back.” She said.

“Thank you.” I said, relieved. Butt hen she started to place the insole back on top of me. “WAIT! NO! STOP!” she pulled it back out again.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Don’t trap me in here again, I can’t. Please!” I said out of my lungs again to make sure she would hear me well.

“But I have to go, and I have nowhere safe to put you.” She paused. “Well, I mean… I could… bring you with me I guess.” She said, thinking out loud.

“Yes, please, don’t put me in this prison again.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “My name’s Celia, by the way.”

“Thank you Celia!” I said.

She slowly and carefully tilted the shoe on its side and I got out, stepped on her giant upturned palm of her hand. I could feel the softness of her skin. I looked around, we were in a house. I didn’t dare to look down. Suddenly, the fingers clenched lightly around me for safety. She crouched and placed the sneaker back on the ground and stuffed the insole inside with her other hand. She then opened her fist and dropped me. I landed with a thud into some place I didn’t recognize. But it didn’t take long for me to guess that it was a boot. An ankle boot to be precise. I was on the insole. It smelled like leather and feet. I looked up confused.

“CELIA!”

“I’m sorry, Lisa, but this is the only place I can keep you safe.” She said.

“WHAT! NO!” I screamed. She didn’t care much, she stood up and showed me her white socked foot that she suddenly crammed inside the boot. I ran for my life towards the toe section of the boot and I got hit by her ramming toes. They got me in their cotton embrace and dragged me on the insole surface towards the deep end of the boot. Then the heel settled in the shoe.

“I’ll help you when I get back!” She said from above. Then the zipper was brought up, sealing me inside her leather ankle boot, under her toes. The smell from the boot was strong, much stronger than the fresh clean socks and feet. She must have showered in between after her jogging.

I tried to move but I was stuck under her toes and whens he started walking, those toes stepped on my so hard I felt like I would be crushed to pulp. But no. The released the pressure in between steps.

At that point, I was just hopeless and praying that I could survive this new challenge.