Blurry Red and White lights flooded your vision. Your ears rang with the sounds of sirens and people screaming. Suddenly your vision became blocked with something dark, a figure of someone you can’t quite make out. Memories of what happened started to return, but you couldn’t focus on them. More figures invade your sight. You didn’t notice the patchy floor that you laid on until you were being lifted up off of it. A nasty taste invaded your mouth, causing you to gag and cough. Red invaded your sight again.

Something was grasping at both of your arms and legs. You’re thrown onto something dark, the light changing to a dim yellow. No, now the light was bright. You didn’t flinch. Things faded from light to black. You couldn’t stay awake anymore. You blacked out.

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Something was fizzing. You could hear it buzzing, but that’s the only thing you noticed. It took a little longer for your sight to come back. It looked like you were on hardwood floor, lying face down. Touch doesn’t take as long to come back, and you could feel how cold you are. You looked around slowly, slower than you were trying to. For some reason, you couldn’t get you head to move as fast. 

You could see the walls of the room, but they look detached from the floor. Also, everything in the background seemed huge. You looked past your other shoulder, and you saw a big glass object. It shook you, and the meer sight of it caused your head to ring and ache. You grabbed your head between two hands. You waited for the rigning to go away. 

“That's only going to get worse, ya know.” Each syllable added an intense pound on your head. Where was it coming from? You looked around more but couldn’t find anything. 

“Behind you.” The voice said. Oh right, behind you. Why haven’t you thought of that.

You turned around, the world shaking as you did.  In front of you, a giant women appeared. At first you thought you were seeing it wrong. Everything looked weird, as your vision hadn’t fully returned to normal. But then the girl started to become clearer and she looked younger. She couldn’t be older than 14 or 15. Her face was smooth, and she towered above you, far away.

Things seemed normal at first, but you started to become more paranoid. You looked around panicky, your headache getting worse. You saw the giant was trying to speak, but you didn’t hear her. All you heard was the ringing.

Her giant finger came drilling down at you, penetrating your stomach and chest. She pressed you to the ground until you stopped squirming—an act you weren’t aware you were doing—and calmed down. You heard her shushing you softly, and the pounding headache faded out. You became static, feeling the pressure of her finger on your body. Her finger nail was blank, but it was well kept and clean, and her skin was so smooth on your body.

“I said, panicking will only make it worse.” She raised her finger off of you. You tried to regulate your breath, realizing your heart was beating out of control.

“You don’t remember what happened, do you?” Her head peered over you, her giant face staring at you. You look around again. You find out the fizzing noise from earlier was coming from soda she poured into her glass. Her brown eyes looked at you. What did you remember? You remembered going to the homecoming football game, but then what? Your team was down in the second, but came back in the third. But what about the fourth?

“Don’t think too hard, it won’t help with your concussion.”

“Concussion?” You speak, but your voice is raspy and dry. 

The girl raised her hand to her ear, pushing away her dark brown hair. “You have to speak up, I can’t hear you.”

The ringing returned. You hold your head and scream “I have a concussion!?”

She flicks your hard in your face, her nail connecting with the side of your temple. You tumble across the floor. You met the edge of it and almost fell off. This wasn’t her floor, it was a coffee table. 

“You want something to scream about?” She was yelling. “I’ll give you something to scream about!” She slammed her fist on the table next to you. The sound sent your mind into a rapid frenzy. It would’ve been loud to you at regular height, but at a size smaller than the length of a finger? You stop yourself from going over the edge. Everything spun. 

In front of you, the face of the giant girl entered your view. Her giant lips moved to your face. It opened, hot breath spilling out as she yelled,

  “IS THIS LOUD ENOUGH FOR YOU?” The force of her yell sent you spinning backwards on the table. You started to hyperventilate. You slapped your cheek, trying to get yourself to relax, but it only made the aching worse. This agonizing pain caused by your headache continued on for another five minutes before everything went quiet. 

The girl kneeled down, putting her hair in a ponytail.  

“You need to learn how to treat people who are bigger than you.” She whispered, her voice almost soothing. “My name is Alyse, and I own you now.”

The thing about concussions is that the more you use your brain, the worse they become. 

If a member of your baseball team got a concussion, they were sidelined for the next few days. Their physical and mental abilities become impaired, and it gets harder to make judgement calls. But sometimes, a player might ignore their symptoms and continue to play. The more damang a person takes to their head, the worse off they become. Soon, they’ll develop a strong sensitivity to lights and sounds. Sleep patterns will be disturbed, their capacity for thought will be clouded by a mental fog, and the few days it would’ve taken to recuperate will turn into months.

Alyse plans on keeping you under her control by threatening to hurt your head every time you misbehave. But that’s not everything. Physical damage to the brain isn’t the only thing that can make a concussion worse; it also has to deal with mental strain. The harder someone has to think during a concussion, the more damage it does. That’s why students with concussions aren’t allowed to do school work. 

If you ever want to heal your concussion before the damage becomes irreversible, you’re going to have to lay off thought for a while.

Alyse has practically turned you into a mindless slave.

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Alyse is sitting back on the couch. She rests her elbow on her knees and head on the back of her hands as she watches down on you.

In this moment, you feel good. Despite being degraded by a younger girl only moments ago, the ringing stopped. Part of you wanted to vomit, but whether that was caused by the concussion or the situation is up for debate. 

Alyse smiles at you. “Has the baby finally calmed down?” She says that with a bit of sarcasm and sadism. She keeps her voice soft, probably to not upset your head and prolong what she has planned next.

You sit by the edge of the table in front of her, a position she put you in, and nod. You don’t want to upset her. 

“Good.” She starts to shuffle her legs around. “This took way too long to get to, I didn’t think you’d be so damaged.”

You stare blankly at her as she leans back into the couch. Without warning, she rests her two massive feet on the edge of the table. What normally would be just a knock against wood becomes a giant slam against concrete. The sound is enough to make you grab your ears, but luckily they don’t ring.

“Alright.” Alyse puts her hands behind her head and closes her eyes. “Get to work.”

You inch away from her feet, wanting to give her some space. What is it exactly she wants to you to get to work on? You try thinking back to before you shrank, hoping to figure out what you’re supposed to do. But you don’t remember anything she told you. In fact, before fifteen minutes ago you don’t remember ever seeing Alyse before. What is she expecting you to do?

“Ahem.” Alyse’s face is above you again, looking past her bent knees at your tiny form. “Do I have to teach you everything?” She is demeaning with her words. She is angry that you don’t understand, and she wants to make that clear.

You give her a confused look, she looks at you like your stupid. She nods at her feet. “Get the fuck to work.”  

She slumps back down to the back of the couch. You can see through her massive soles that she crosses her arms and watches you. Did she want you to do something with her feet?

The smell gets stronger with each step you take towards her feet. You thought the whole expired cheese thing was just an exaggeration, but it’s definitely prevalent in her stink. At the size you are, you come up to just the top of her heel. You study her foot, from the roughness of her heel, and up her smooth arch to her toes.

Does she want you to clean them? You look around them again, and for the most part they seem pretty clean. The smell is bad, but it isn’t that bad all things considered. You peak out and look at her. She is pissed. Her eyes open and she nudges to her feet again.

“C’mon, you’re doing it. Now stick your worthless hands out, and rub.”

She wants a foot massage! Duh, why couldn’t you think of that? It is so obvious. You are her slave now, you need to start acting like it. You belong to her.

You shake your head. What are you thinking? The ringing comes back, but only slightly. You feel a layer of fog you didn’t know was there be lifted, but you can sense that so much more is still there. You weren’t about to degrade yourself to the foot servant of some girl. You have dignity, and nothing, especially this giant foot, will take that from you.

But then fear strikes your heart. You look up at her scrunching toes. They’re waiting for you. You get a change of heart. You are a lot more scared of her feet than they probably are of you. You swallow your pride and take a step closer to her right foot. You stick out your arms and push your hand into her skin. 

“Ahh.” Alyse relaxes. “There you go, nice work faggot.” You wince at her words. Though ridgid, her heel is still soft. Your hands sink into them, and another pungent smell releases into your nose. You have to hold back vomit as your rub your hand over her sole. You feel the tension in her heel start to release. This is terrible. You can’t believe you’re the size of a bug and actually rubbing her foot. Is this what your life is to become? 

No, you needed to escape. You let yourself become lost in the action of rubbing her foot as you think. You look towards the shut blinds. No light is peaking through them, so it has to be night time. She’ll go asleep eventually, and then you’ll make your escape. You’ll get to the floor, and then you’ll… you’ll uh…

You grunt. Why couldn’t you think straight. You’re head starts pounding, and you drill your hands into her heel. You want to make her hurt, but the harder you press into her sole the more relaxed she feels. 

You’ll move your legs once you’re on the floor. Yeah, you’ll do it in a way that makes you move faster. Right, you’ll run! Yes, that’s the word. Far away from Alyse, far away from her feet, and far away from the nauseating ringing that plagues your head. Gosh, this hurts!

Alyse moves her foot back and you stumble forward. For a second, you feel relief. But you didn’t notice her fastly approaching toe coming for you. She collides her toe with your head. You fall on your back and slide a few inches down the table. You take sharp breaths as her toe hovers above you again. 

“No!” You scream, but it's no use. Her toe pummels down, crushing your legs under her massive weight. She gives you no time at all to adjust to your situation before scrunching her toes, adding to the pressure on your legs. You scream a curdling scream. You fight back tears, only making the pounding in your head worse. You look up for her, looking for a face to beg to. But you don’t she one. You lilt you neck to the couch. Past her long and smooth legs, you spot her. She isn’t even looking at you. She’s looking down at her phone. She’s torturing your body with only her big toe, crushing you and making you scream, and she isn’t even paying attention to you.

“You know that crack in your head is good for more than just making you pathetic.” She doesn’t look up from her phone, engaged in whatever’s on the other side of that screen. “I’ll always know when you’re thinking about escaping. Because escaping from me with take effort. Effort your brain just can’t handle right now.” She adds more pressure. You feel your legs are about to explode. You’re going to lose them. Oh God! This is it!

“Unless of course,” She eases up, but only a little. “The reason you looked so much in pain wasn’t because you were thinking about escape, but you were actually thinking about how much you love my feet.” Alyse puts her phone down next to her and finally looks at you. She smiles at the position your in, helpless under her big toe. “Yeah, that’s it, you just couldn’t handle yourself down there. This is your dream isn’t it? You couldn’t help but think of all the things you were going to do at my feet?”

She peers over you, her face casting a menacing shadow over your body. “So, which one is it? Escape?” She presses down hard again. Your body sinks into her flesh, you can feel her muscles and bones threaten to snap you in two. “Or adoration?” She eases up all the way, leaving her toe resting lightly on you.

You find your breath. You don’t want her to think you like being under her feet, but the alternative seems a lot worse. 

“I love your feet Alyse!” Your voice cracks as you scream. Alyse looks taken aback. “I was just so happy to be close with them. That’s why I was rubbing them so hard, I got carried away by your lovely aroma. I love my place down here!” Your head falls back to the table. It is getting really hot under her toe.

The both of you stay silent. Your heart rate doubles, and you’re afraid of her response. After a few minutes go by of her dumbfoundingly looking down at you, she speaks. “Prove it.”

You look up at her. You know from experience she isn’t going to tell you how. Luckily, you don’t need to use all of your mental function to know how to show a girl you like you. You lean your upper body forward and plant your face against her toe. You sniff in her aroma, and seconds later you lay your lips against her toe skin. 

Alyse giggles like a schoolgirl. “You really do like my feet! I knew you would, I just didn’t expect it so soon.” She leans back on the couch. You wait for her to take her foot off you, but it doesn’t come. 

“Since you like feet so much, I suppose you wouldn’t mind staying under there for a few more hours.” Your heart drops. Hours? “Oh, and make sure you keep kissing my toes. Unless of course, you want me to crush your legs to a pulp?”

Your eyes expand. You kiss her toe again, the act almost causing you vomit. “Good pet.” She presses down on you. “Entertain me, and maybe if I think your useful enough I won’t kill you by the end of tonight.”

Kill you? Tonight?

For some reason, you didn’t think she would actually kill you. Something about her overwhelming presence made you feel safe, like she was watching over you. She made you her slave, yeah, but surely she wouldn’t want to lose her new servant right? Knowing that she would actively kill you changes the way you feel. You don’t feel safe anymore. You feel like you’re about to expire, that your existence lies in the hands of a girl who can literally snuff you out between her fingers.

Why is she doing this?

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Her toe rests on your entire body. Your face is covered with the bottom of her flesh, and your feet remain crushed under her ball. Despite the circumstances, you are pretty comfortable. Not having to move is great for your legs, especially since you aren’t sure if they still work. And as long as you kept kissing her toe, she won’t press down too hard.

Kissing her toe is weird. It was disgusting at first, and it still is. But the more must you breath in, the less it smells. Your head fogged back up, but it’s an easy trade off for your sanity. 

Also, you’re starting to become comfortable with your size. Everything is still big and scary, but you have a firm grip on perception. You can tell just how big and scary everything actually is now in relation to you, and you’re less intimidated because of it.

Alyse gets bored and increases your pressure. You try to appease her by kissing faster, but she doesn’t let it. You want to scream, feeling your nose press into your face. Your eyes feel like they’re going to pop. You maneuver your hand out from under her foot and start banging on the side of her toe. It doesn’t budge, and her toe continues to press down on your face.

Your heart skips a beat as you feel yourself start to move. Alyse drags your body in circles along the table with her toe. The smell comes back, despite your nose being pressed deep into your lip. You can’t breath. You start to bang on her second toe, but soon opt out for rubbing it. You need to make her happy and she’ll lighten up. 

“Maybe if you lick it too, it’ll work.” You hear her say. You don’t think about it, you just do it. Once you stick your tongue out, you can’t bring it back in. The pressure forces your mouth shut again, and squishes your tongue between your bottom lip and her toey flesh. You taste her sweat, and it’s enough to make you cringe. You slowly lap your tongue against her toe, but your efforts are weak due to your compacted space. You hope your struggles will be enough for her. You don’t want to die, not here. Not under some strangers foot.

She starts to move faster. Your head starts to spin, and the little vision you had turns blurry. Is she laughing at you? Yeah, she is laughing at you. Her thunderous laughter makes you feel smaller than you already are. You feel yourself fading out, unable to go without oxygen for much longer. But luckily she lets up on you.

Alyse slides you across the table and removes her foot. You take in deep breaths, unable to slow yourself down. Eventually you come to a halt. You jump up to your knees—enjoying the fact that your legs still work— and relash the fresh air. Being away from her musty toes is a godsend. 

Your consonance is short lived, and Alyse is soon back over you. “How about we make things a little more interesting, aye little shit?” Her hand casts a shadow over you. It looms above. She shapes her hand in a flicking position. 

“Shit.” You say and try to move out of the way, but it’s too late. Her finger nail hits your body hard and sends you flying off the table. Once again the air escapes your body. You approach the ground fast, and your body makes direct contact with the bottom of her tv stand.

You Black Out.

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You did know Alyse. You met her once, at the football game.

Yeah, she and her annoying friends sat in front of you. Stupid Freshman. 

Oh no. You called her and her friends stupid. You remembered now. When the opposing team scored a touchdown, they jumped up and cheered, repping the red jersey from the other school’s team. They sent popcorn flying as they jumped. You turned to the person next to you and chucked. 

“Stupid Freshman.”

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Something sharp pierces every millimeter of your body. It jolts you awake. It feels like somebody took a thread and dragged it through every fiber of your skin. You feel it pass through you, leaving the pain but not the cut. The hell is happening?

You open your eyes, and they are immediately met with a burning sensation. They are forced open by the pain, and you can’t shut them. Your vision is inhibited, but not exactly blurry. Everything is curvy and slightly blue. You can see Alyse’s face looking in at you. She looks surprised that you woke up. 

You go to scream for her, but all that comes out is a muffled noise and bubbles. You are confused. You go to take a breath, but a fizzing liquid enters your mouth instead of air. Oh no, Alyse put you in her soda. And the needles invading your body is the shattering chill of her ice. Christ, you are going to drown!

You go to swim, but your body cringes. Every movement sends the needles in your body rampant. It feels like you’re being stabbed all over again. You take a moment to collect yourself, and begin to move again. The first stroke sends a pain through your body like no other, and all the air still left in your lungs is released in a feeble scream.

You have to keep going. Luckily, you didn’t sink down all the way to the bottom. You make your way to the top, but Alyse doesn’t want you to escape. She blocks the top of the glass with her hand. Water enters your mouth with your next stroke. The fizz burns your throat. You reach her hand and try to move past it, but it doesn’t work. You look at Alyse with pleading eyes. She shakes her head at you.

You get angry. You produce a strong stroke and manage to squeeze through a crack in her fingers. You cough up the soda and take in as much air as you can. Alyse takes her hand of the top of the glass. Maybe she’s done trying to kill you.

You find out quickly that’s not true. Alyse uses her pointer finger to drill you back into the ice cold liquid. You sink back down in the soda, unable to do anything to save yourself. She pins you to the bottom of the glass, pressing her finger down on your back. You scream, but quickly shut your mouth to preserve oxygen. You look at her. She waves goodbye with a childish smile on her face.

I’m Sorry, you mouth at the risk of losing air. Alyse’s expression gets more serious, and she raises her eyebrows in confusion. You can’t take it anymore, you’re body is going to give out.

You drop your head down. It hurt to keep it looking at her. You manage to pick your arms up and move your them in front of your head. You clap them into a prayer position, begging her one last time. This is it. Times up.

The crushing weight is removed from your back. You remain limp as your sense of gravity goes out of whack. The soda swirls around you, and the glass lands on the table with a clank. The soda pours out of the glass, and you along with it.

Sweet air! Alyse must’ve tipped the glass over. The heat in the room instantly calms down the staggering pain throughout your bounding. You finally shut your eyes and rub them vigorously. The air was so fresh, and there isn’t even any putrid foot stank!  You change your mind this is a godsend.

“Ahem.” Alyse coughs. You give your eyes a few more rubs before looking at her. She was leaning towards you, her hand cuffed around her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

She wants to hear you say you’re sorry. You get off your knees and stand on the marble countertop—she had moved you both into the kitchen— and shout up to her. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to call you stupid.” You pant, catching your breath. “The game got to me, and I couldn’t stand that your team scored.”

Alyse uncuffs her hand and again gives you a confused look. This time, her entire face is scrunched up. “What?” She asks. “That’s what you’re sorry for?” 

You wipe the soda off of your face. You hadn’t noticed before, but she took your clothes off while you were unconscious. You feel naked in front of this girl, especially since you are. “Yeah. That’s why you’re doing this to me isn’t it?”

“What?” Alyse jolts back in shock. Her facial expressions expand. She shakes her head and takes off the shirt she is wearing, revealing her sapphire blue bra. You look away, turning red, but soon you realize she wants you to look. She pivots her body, showing you her back. Her back has several bruises covering her skin. They all look recent, and a big one covers her right side. “Do you know how I got these?” 

You think for a moment. You don’t, you shake your head. Alyse’s lip quivers for a moment before her face turns to pure anger. “Are you that fucking stupid? How the hell did you forget?” You don’t know what she wants for you. Why is she doing this? Why can’t she just let you go. You’ve suffered enough, it's time to—

Alyse slams her fist down a meer inch away from your body. That could’ve killed you. Your body begins to shake. You cripple yourself into a ball. You are tired of this. You’re tired of almost dying. In the last hour you’ve almost been killed so many times. You want this to be over. You’re scared of this girl. Her entire being consumes your entire tiny and fragile essence. 

“I shrank you because you’re a coward.” Her voice booms. You don’t move. You don’t acknowledge her. You’re scared of her. 

“I wanted you to look as small and pathetic on the outside as you always were on the inside. I hate you, and I hope you die.” She spits on you. Your body becomes splattered with her saliva. You flinch. 

Her words echo in the back of your mind, along with the faint sounds of ringing. You are starting to break down.