Sweat

Sweat, was everything

Sweat was all she could feel, it was all she could taste, it was all she could smell, it was eveywhere.

Hilda was lost in this dark hell of sweat for three days now, if she could trust the little sounds she could get from the world around.

She had paused her relentless fight against the sweaty, soft fabric of her prison for another moment to wipe tears and sweat that wasnt hers from her face.

Her Cellmates were no help to make this living hell any better, five titanic piggys that were constantly shoving her around and drenching her in even more of this disgusting, smelly, sticky sweat.

She felt like the smell was becoming part of her, it was so strong, it overpowered everything, she couldnt even think properly, her hair was a sweaty mess, her clothes ripped and soaked, her nose and ears were constantly invaded by it.

She had always been disgusted by Leonies stinky feet, if she decided to show up for practical lessons she would make sure to avoid being anywhere near her in the changing room.

Now she didnt have much a choice in the matter. One day after a crushing defeat in the battle of the eagle and the lion, Leonie had suddenly showed up with an expensive looking perfume, that Hilda couldnt resist putting right on. It turned out the "perfume" was a sinister revenge act of Leonie however, as it had immediately shrunk her down right in front of the towering tomboy.

Before she was able to properly understand her situation, Leonie had simply picked her up with a smirk, uttered something about "second hand practice to make her less of burden" and stuffed her right down her overworn high socks.

Ever since then she was stuck in this sweaty prison, stuck between Leonies disgusting toes, unable to do anything about her predicament. Leonie didnt seem to mind her at all, beside absent minded toe movements and the crushing steps that were forcing the stale air from her lungs and more sweat into them.

How long was she gonna keep her in here? Wasnt this enough humiliation? Was she ever going to change her socks? Was anyone even aware that she didnt just want to skip classes this time?

Hilda decided to do the only thing she could, beside having her mind and body crushed by Leonies titanic feet and their disgusting fluids and threw herself into the soft but strong fabric of the socks holding her captive again....

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