Me smothers you with her feet

You hear a mechanical whirring above your head again, and this time the manacles lower to the ground.

Me kicks you back from your kneeling position, and you find yourself lying on the ground, as she jumps onto your stomach, knocking out whatever breath remains in your body.

“At the end of this game, you’ll get to meet all of my body, intimately,” Me teases, “but for now you’ll have to settle for my smelly stockinged feet.”

You feel the warm nylon covering your mouth and nose, and any attempts to try and shake her off you just make her laugh as she rides your body like a bucking bronco. Soon the shaking in your body is involuntary as your lungs scream for oxygen, and then things go black and you feel your body come to rest, the smell of her feet in your nostrils, the sound of her laughing in your ears.