toe jam

The huge troll picks you up off the floor, lumbers over to a giant wooden chair and sits down heavily, holding you between his thumb and forefinger, assessing you.

"let me go," you plead, struggling to escape the troll's mighty grip.

"Not so fast, little plaything," the troll replies menacingly, "you see, I have a major foot fetish." He licks his huge, gruesome lips, "and your'e just perfect for the job."

The troll crosses his leg onto his knee; his oversized foot beckoning you, the toes wiggling slowly. You close your'e eyes in hopes it will be over soon.The troll starts to chuckle, as he's running your'e small body along the arch of his foot

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