I grinned, looking down at your tiny 2-inch body. You were so small and helpless, and I knew just what to do with you. I pulled off my socks, one by one, and grabbed your body between my thumb and forefinger. I began dragging you through the gaps between my toes, making sure to scrape every bit of toe jam off of each toe. You squirmed and squealed, but I didn't let up. My feet were covered in my sweat, the smell was unbearable as I moved my toes around to make sure you were cleaning each nook and cranny.

With a satisfied smirk, I lifted you up and looked into your tiny eyes. I could tell you were terrified, and I loved it. With a chuckle, I dropped you back into the darkness of my socks and slipped them back on my feet.