The floor beneath her made a soft creaking sound. LELE lowered her head and looked down at the tiny thing that was smaller than the palm of her hand. She curled up among the grooves of the wooden floor, like a button that had accidentally fallen.

She lifted her right foot, the arch of her foot resting above him. She could see the fine fibers on the sole of her sock and smell the faint fragrance of laundry detergent mixed with the subtle scent of human body heat. Then her foot slowly dropped down - not with a stamp, but with a certain sense of ritualistic pressure. The sole of the sock first touched his back, the softness of the c*tton fabric contrasting cruelly with the weight of his body. She began to move her foot, pressing it back and forth, rolling it left and right, like kneading a stubborn stain. She could feel the outline of each toe, and how the pressure, through the c*tton sock, became heavy and unavoidable.

LELE stopped and took off her sock. Her bare feet slightly stretched in the air, then she put on her sports shoes. The laces were tightened with a distinctive friction sound. Now, the shoe sole replaced the sock sole - the hard rubber texture with sharp edges. She lifted her foot again, this time with a more casual motion, like extinguishing a cigarette. At the moment the sole of the shoe pressed down, he heard the subtle sound of his body. She began to rotate her ankle, allowing different parts of the sole to touch him: the curved part of the front sole, the depression of the arch, the hardest part at the heel. Each?? was accompanied by the rustling sound of the sole rubbing against the floor? which in his ears was magnified into thunder.

She bent over? using her thumb and index finger to lift him up. Her vision suddenly rose? and she met her eyes looking down at him. Then she stuck out her tongue - moist? pink? with a temperature - from the top of his head to l*ck. The saliva covered her body? and that sticky sensation was more terrifying than the stomping. She could taste the smell of dust? the smell of fear. Her lips gently closed around his half body? her teeth grazing the surface lightly.

The box was plastic? transparent? with ventilation h*les. He was thrown in and the lid was closed. LELE took off the other sock? her ten-day-old feet sticking out from the sports shoes with a strong smell. She placed that foot against the side of the box? the toes squeezing the space where he was. The smell of sweat? sebum? and microorganisms fermenting together filled the small container? it was her? private? and unrepellent scent. The toes rubbed against the plastic? making an oily sound.

Finally? the box opened? and he returned to the floor. His bare feet - those ten-day-old feet - stepped directly onto it. The grooves on the sole of his feet were deeper? the sweaty skin sticky and warm. She began to move like a dancer? her toes touching down? her heels rotating? her sole slapping. Each contact left a damp mark? each was deeper. She could feel his faint resistance? like a stubborn grain of s*nd on the floor.

Finally? she got tired and lifted her foot. He lay there? his body marked with her lines? soaked in her smell? becoming an unspoken footnote in her world under the floor. LELE put on her slippers and walked to the bathroom? leaving him on the floor? so small that he was almost invisible.

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