Bright light burned against my eyes as the lights clicked on. I barely had time to adjust before I was roughly brought to my feet, the cuffs securing my hands behind my back rattling. "Move." snapped my captor as the leash on my collar was tugged. With no choice, I ambled forward.
I was brought into an elaborate-looking room filled with all manner of expensive furnishings, one of which was a throne-like chair. Upon it sat a plump Japanese woman that looked to be in her 50s, dressed in a black and pink floral-print kimono. My leash was handed to her, my captor commanding "Do whatever she says." in a dangerous tone before leaving us.
She glared down at me coldly, wrinkling her nose. Like I was garbage beneath her. She raised her foot, showing a tabi sock that had seen better days, stained yellowish-brown on the bottom with slight tears in the fabric. "Smell." she commanded in a thick accent.
"What the--no!" I shot back.
Anger contorted her face and she slapped me across the face with her long-nailed hand. Still reeling, she yanked my collar. "You smell.
Now.
"
My cheek stung. I really didn't wanna get slapped again; that woman's hand
hurt
. I pressed my nose against her tabi sock, taking a small, tentative whiff. I gagged and coughed, the sharp smell attacking my nose. Her ruby red lips curved into a twisted smile as she lifted her second foot and pressed it against my face. Double the feet, double the stink. Already my eyes were starting to water.
"Sniff deeper." she said, raising her hand again. I obeyed, wanting to avoid more pain. My nose stung and my lungs burned, but there was nothing I could do.
