Right!

You figure the ways forward and back are no good, so you make a snap decision and turn right. This corridor is featureless save for the doors and windows built into the side of the scrap metal walls. Probably the residential section of the arena, but you don't stop to check. From behind, two pairs of footsteps can be heard closing in. Fear rises in your chest and you start to fly down the indoor "street" in a frenzied panic. You don't know if they can see you yet, but they can probably hear your pained, labored breaths.

Traveling down the corridor, you begin to notice that you still haven't passed any turns. And then you finally see the end of the tunnel, but there isn't any light. Just a dead end and a bunch of doors that lead to what you assume are apartments. You turn around and frantically look from side-to-side in a **** search for another way out of here. All of the doors are closed and most of the people who live in them are probably still in the arena, where they just saw you get your ass kicked.

Fear keeps you planted where you are until Smotherella and the guard catch up to you. Your eyes dart from one side to the other. Your chances of escape don't look very good. And then something strange happens: Smotherella just starts giggling.

"Okay, I'll see your later, Ava!"

The guard is giggling too. "Have fun with your new ****!"

Smotherella turns away from her and makes direct eye contact with you. "Oh, I will.

You turn around and reach for the nearest exit. Anything is better than just standing still at this point. In a fit of desperation, you reach behind you and jostle the door handle. To your surprise, you find that it's actually unlocked. You waste no time and rush inside, where you find a luxurious studio apartment that looks more like a royal bedchamber in a queen's palace. No one's home, but at least you have some room to maneuver. Maybe if you can run around her and get back out the door....

Your scheming is interrupted when Smotherella calmy enters the room and locks the door with her keys.

"You know, I have to thank you. I was planning on just knocking your ass out and dragging you here, but now you saved me the trouble!"

Your heart drops. Somehow, the path you took lead straight to Smotherella's bedchambers. What are the odds?

"And since you were kind enough to run straight to my bedchambers for me, I figure I can forgive you for being such a coward and running away before.

Looking around, you grab the nearest thing you can use as a weapon - a throw pillow on her patchwork couch. You toss it at her and try to duck to the side, but Smotherella is one step ahead of you - literally. She extends her foot out, bringing you to the ground face first. The impact bloodies your nose and makes your head spin. And before you can even think of going anywhere, she flips you over with her bare foot and plants her sweaty, dirty sole on your face, smushing your nose and covering your mouth with the arch, her heel against your chin.

"I was planning on making you do this in front of a crowd, but this is just as good," she says, her playful tone disappearing. "Now I want you to kiss my foot and tell me who the better woman is!"

Smotherella grinds her foot into your face, furthering your degrading torment. The smell is unbearable. Her feet is still covered with dirt, grime, sand and who knows what else. You don't want to spend another second under her feet, but you also really don't want to give her the satisfaction of kissing her feet.