What choice do you have?! You start dodging!

You watch in horror as Victoria strips off her long, elegant socks and lays them beside her powerful football boots before her. She really was going to launch them at you! Just the impact from the boots might kill you, but having those sweat-soaked nightmare socks land on you would probably cook your brain just as surely as the boot would squash you! At least it would only be one pair of socks and one pair of... wait. Victoria was pouring out an entire gym bag of worn socks now! Just how many was she going to kick at you?!
"Ready? I've got twenty socks plus one pair of boots, little boy~!" she shouted, taking a few steps back in her usual free kick pose. As the best midfielder in the league there was no way her accuracy could be doubted at 20 yards, even if she was kicking socks. You gulped and prepared to leap somewhere, anywhere - left would do! Victoria stepped forward and a rancid ankle sock plunged down just a few inches ahead of you after you dodged.

"Oho, quite close already! You better watch out, hehe!" Victoria giggled, giving you no time to breathe as a black knee high came flying toward you. You dodged right this time, almost falling into the path of the sock as it landed. Her accuracy was both odd and frightening... over and over you dodged the terrifying stink bomb socks, each time the legwear landing just clear of you. Almost as though Victoria was toying with you... but she said you were definitely going to die here? As you leapt valiantly clear of her football boot, you looked toward her and realised that was it. She had kicked everything. You had survived! Even in your tiny form, you couldn't resist jumping for joy and running around a little in celebration.

As you ran around however, you realized something. Your 'play area' was more than a little restricted. You had thought you'd been running the length of the goal, but now you noticed that was not the case. You stood in a tiny circle, barely a foot across... completely surrounded by Victoria's rancid legwear! And now the adrenaline was fading, your nose began burning once more. The smell was unbearable! Months of disgusting used socks were seeping their brain-altering stink right into the air all around you, and you had no way to escape! As you knees gave our from beneath you, you felt the smug gaze of a superior being looking down on you.
"Ahahaha! Looks like you finally figured it out, though a bit too late~. My feet always win, little stink thief. Whether it's on the pitch, against foot perverts or against tiny losers, my stinky feet are the most powerful thing around!" Victoria taunted, flexing her divinely attractive bare feet at you. They were actually quite small and cute, despite their life-ending stink, and her nails were painted an elegant red colour that contrasted amazingly with her chestnut skin. Oh what you wouldn't give for one more whiff before her socks claimed your life...

"You know, my bare foot is probably the least stinky thing here. I suppose the least I can give a dying loser is a few sniffs of it~. Go on, get right between my cheesy toes!" Victoria ordered, lifting her foot and slamming down in front of you. Crawling like a pathetic dog, you launched into the toejam-riddled stinkfest between her big and second toe, inhaling furiously. She was right! Somehow her feet airing out for a while must have dulled the smell a bit! You... you could survive! Your brain was melting a little with each sniff nonetheless, but at least you weren't dying! In, out, in, out you breathed, desperately huffing her foot fumes. You flung yourself onto her second toe to try breathe the stink of her third, your frazzled mind now addicted to her stink. Just then, her toes wiggled. As you knew, this unleashed a life-threatening blast of cheesy malodour, and now was no different. Inhaling like an addict as you were you didn't resist when a pure, concentrated blast of rancid toe filth flooded your nose and **** your brain. You passed out instantly, to the tune of Victoria calling you a 'good toe ring'. As unconsciousness took you and the feel of a sticky pair of socks covered you, the only solace you could take was that you were still (somewhat) alive.