“Sasha, Sasha, it’s okay, I’m so sorry…” Emma consoled through her own tears, her friend howling in rage and sadness.

“Oh my god…” Michael said stunned, having just watched the lumps disappear down Amanda’s throat.

He thought to himself; if they didn’t get Amanda’s attention, they’d end up just like Allie. He had to do something. 

As Michael's desperation grew, he knew he had to take action to save himself and his friends from meeting the same fate. With a surge of adrenaline, he rushed toward Amanda, his heart pounding in his chest.

“NO! MICHAEL YOU IDIOT, YOU’LL JUST END UP LIKE ALLIE!” Emma shouted, but it fell on deaf ears as Michael continued to sprint at the giantess.

He neared Amanda, eventually reaching the table's edge, staring straight up at the all-encompassing figure. It didn’t really set in for him until then, just how large Amanda really was.

As Michael stood at the edge of the table, gazing up at Amanda, a sense of awe mingled with his fear. Amanda appeared colossal, a titan towering over the room with her immense presence. Her form filled the space, her every movement a risk for the remaining three.

From this vantage point, Michael could see the grandeur of Amanda's stature. Her body seemed to stretch endlessly, her legs extending like mighty pillars, supporting her enormous frame. He marveled at the sheer size of her feet, clad in cute kitty socks that now were canvases of likely smelly death.

Amanda's legs led up to a torso that loomed above him, imposing and powerful. Her curves and contours, magnified by her immense size, created a mesmerizing spectacle. The rise and fall of her sizable chest with each breath was awe-inspiring.

Her arms, frail and pale, hung by her sides like tree trunks. Michael couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance compared to the vastness of her limbs.

And then, there was her head. It was like looking up at a mountain peak. Her face, adorned with features that seemed larger than oceans, exhibited an expression of oblivious bliss as she savored her meal.

Amanda's eyes alone were like miniature planets, her irises gigantic pools of blue that shone brightly in the room's fluorescent lighting.

Her black flowing locks cascaded down from her colossal head, a waterfall of hair that framed her face and tumbled down her back.

Michael couldn't help but feel small, insignificant compared to the giantess before him. The enormity of her existence was overwhelming, making it even more crucial to capture her attention and divert her from the impending danger they all faced.

With a deep breath, Michael summoned his courage. He raised his voice, hoping against hope that his words would penetrate Amanda's world and draw her focus to the peril that threatened them all.

"AMANDA! PLEASE, LOOK DOWN! WE'RE HERE! YOU HAVE TO STOP!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room, carrying his plea to the colossal figure above.

Amanda reacted, just not to Michael.

“Itchy…” she grumbled.

As Amanda absentmindedly swiped her arm to relieve an itch on her leg, the force sent Michael hurtling through the air. Panic surged through his veins as he soared through the room, desperately trying to regain control of his trajectory.

But fate had a different plan in store for him.

With a sickening thud, Michael crashed into the side of Amanda's towering right Demonia boot, left vacant below the desk. The bounced around harshly, until he fell against the hard insole. The impact rattled his body, leaving him disoriented and gasping for breath. The stench of sweat and leather overwhelmed his senses as he found himself trapped inside the dark, odorous confined space.

The inside of Amanda's boot was hot and suffocating. Michael struggled to breathe, his chest constricted by the tight confines. Each harsh breath was like huffing through a filter of sharp cheese and old gym socks, the boots giving little to no air for the feet that were often trapped inside. Michael was indirectly a victim of the sacrifices Amanda makes for style, and he was certainly feeling it.

Even the insole was slick with sweat, each step he took threatening to make him slip and fall. There was nothing he could do, left to pace around inside the boot. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he could make it out of the boot, it was several stories high.

With each step Michael took inside the footwear, the discomfort intensified. The heat seemed to seep into his very bones, causing him to break out in a clammy sweat. The pungent smell of worn leather mingled with the stench of his own fear, creating an overwhelming sensory assault.

As Michael paced back and forth, his mind raced with thoughts of his friends and their desperate situation. He couldn't bear the thought of Sasha and Emma meeting the same fate as Allie, like being swallowed alive by Amanda. He had to find a way to help them, to escape this nightmarish scenario…