He slapped his feet against your face, making the strong smell of his vinegary feet your only source of air.

“Stop complaining; I told you to get that door but you’d rather save your money and get us both killed by zombies in the game, now you can spend some time making up for your stupidity.”

You grumbled again when the brat absentmindedly started rubbing his feet against your face, brushing the nylon fabric against his nose. The dirty look of the socks and the sour smell were so strong they brought tears to his eyes, which he seemed to find amusing…

“Are you really crying in there?”

He grinned, tearing his eyes away from his game to watch you squirm uncomfortably.

“There’s no way my feet are THAT bad.”

He clamped his foot on your nose, preventing you from breathing for about 60 seconds, which caused you to open your mouth wide. You could feel the sour smell in your throat as you tried to breathe through your mouth. Until he gracefully stopped the torture, making you inhale even more of his scent as you tried to fill your lungs with oxygen. The naughty actor laughed heartily when he saw you desperately sniffing the air, the cool breeze coming from his nose tickling your toes through the nylons.

“Watching you thrash around in there is a lot more fun than COD, I won’t lie…”

He put the remote in his hand to the side and readjusted his position to get more comfortable. He shook his toes, spreading the scent.

“I wonder how long I can clamp your nose for before you pass out…”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, begging him to stop, but the mischievous grin on his face indicated that the torture would continue for a while longer…