I am sitting on a chair, and my legs are raised on the table in front of me. My hands are tied behind my back, my ankles are bound, and my knees and big toes are secured together. I realize that I am in my apartment, and you are standing in front of me, watching. I knew you were obsessed with my muscles and feet, but I didn't know you were capable of this. You stand mesmerized, observing my soles as I wrestle and attempt to free myself. Initially, I try to understand what's going on, but soon, anger replaces the shock, and I start tightening the strings in an attempt to break free. My feet ...

I am sitting on a chair, and my legs are raised on the table in front of me. My hands are tied behind my back, my ankles are bound, and my knees and big toes are secured together. I realize that I am in my apartment, and you are standing in front of me, watching. I knew you were obsessed with my muscles and feet, but I didn't know you were capable of this. You stand mesmerized, observing my soles as I wrestle and attempt to free myself. Initially, I try to understand what's going on, but soon, anger replaces the shock, and I start tightening the strings in an attempt to break free. My feet spasm and spring as I flex my mighty muscles. My soles wrinkle and stretch, right in front of your eyes and nose. Oh, just to be free. I will press my clenched soles against your nose. My powerful muscles will burn and crush you. I fight and flex, threatening and warning you of what awaits you.