you arrive wearing sandals with natural toes and you put me as a newly shrunken tiny guy inside your sandal under your toes while wearing it. You let me stay for a while under your toes, wiggling them a little and telling me how I have to suffer smelling your dirty toes and that I’m lucky that you’re protecting my little weak body from the big bad world with your smelly feet. I can smell all the foot odor wafting into my nose while you start swapping me from one foot to the other for a few minutes, keeping me rotting under each foot. Then you remove me and you’re starting to rub harshly without a care my tiny body on your sole for endless seconds. And to conclude you put me back on one of your flip flop and you go with me trapped inside again