LELE sat on it, her bl*ck leather boots gleaming with a cold, hard sheen under the dim light. The soles were stained with dried mud, debris and unknown stains, and every line was embedded with dust.

Her gaze fell upon the trembling figure beneath her - a l*ttle dwarf no taller than the opening of her boots, curled up on the cold floor.

The heel dropped first.

Slowly, deliberately, with the weight of the entire body pressing down. The metal heel precisely rested on the dwarf's shoulder blades, not immediately sinking in but instead rolling back and forth, allowing the rough lines of the sole to scrape against the thin fabric. The dwarf let out a dull groan, trying to curl up tighter, but that boot followed him everywhere.

"Don't move," LELE's voice was terrifyingly calm.

The sole c*mpletely covered over.

She adjusted her sitting position, shifting her weight forward. The thickest part of the sole, the front part, pressed down on the dwarf's chest. Slowly, inch by inch, increasing the pressure until she could clearly feel the resistance and yielding of the bones beneath. She began to rotate, not with a rough stomping but with the patient, medicinal-like rotation of grinding medicinal herbs. The grit on the sole left countless tiny scratches on the fabric and the skin, and the stains spread out, creating dirty marks on the light-c*lored clothing.

The dwarf's breathing became rapid and fragmented, each attempt to inhale causing the sole to press down a l*ttle more, squeezing out the air from the lungs.

LELE lifted the boot.

She hovered in the air, allowing the person below to catch her breath for a second - just a second. Then the heel dropped again, this time to the abdomen. Not vertically, but with the sole's side first touching, then rolling, allowing the sharp edge to sink into the soft area. The dwarf arched his body, silently opening his mouth, but could not make a decent scream.

"Can't handle this yet?" she asked softly, the sole beginning to rise and fall rhythmically.

Not a wild trampling, but precise, humiliatingly gentle taps. The toe kicked at the ribs, the heel touched the thigh, the flat sole slapped the cheek. Each contact left stains - the grit of the sole, yesterday's rain stains, debris brought from the corridor.

The dwarf no longer tried to struggle, just lay there.

LELE finally stopped.

She leaned back, the chair groaned again. Then, slowly, she bent down, grasping the boot shaft of the right boot with both hands. The leather separated from the skin with a slight sticking sound - these boots had been worn for too long.

When her foot finally freed itself from the boot, a mixture of sweat, leather and the strong, closed-off smell filled the air, thick and sour, almost creating a visible pressure in the confined space.

The sweaty sole was above the dwarf's face.

The soles of the wet feet glowed unnaturally under the light, the lines deepening and becoming clearer due to prolonged compression. The toes were slightly curled, and the wet reflections could be seen in the gaps. The heat rose, carrying the body temperature and a more intimate scent.

The sole dropped.

Not the hard pressure of the sole, but the soft and heavy covering of the flesh. The sweaty skin pressed against the face, blocking the nose and mouth. LELE did not apply pressure immediately, but allowed the sole to rest against it, allowing the temperature to p*ss through, allowing the smell to seep in. She could feel the faint breathing trying to find a gap, the trembling of the eyelashes brushing against the sole.

Then, the heel pressed down.

At the position of the nose bridge, slowly increasing the weight. The sweat was squeezed out under the pressure, sliding down the sides of the cheek. The sole began to rotate, not the rough friction of the sole but the sliding of skin against skin, with the sticky sweat. The toes found the eye position, not pressing down, but covering it, the pads gently rubbing against the eyelids.

The dwarf let out a wail, tears seeping out from the gaps between LELE's toes, mingling with the sweat.

She changed her position, shifting her weight entirely onto this foot. The entire sole of her foot now c*mpletely covers her face, the arch of her foot is stuck against her chin, the heel is pressed against her forehead, and her toes are over her hairline. She begins to mimic the movements of walking - lifting her heel, pressing down with the front sole, and then rolling to the other side. It's as if she is slowly stepping on her face, ensuring that the sweaty skin makes the maximum contact area and that the smell penetrates every pore.

Her toes enter the mouth that has opened due to sobs, not deeply but merely touching the teeth, allowing the salty and sour sweat to flow into her throat.

Time lost all meaning.

When LELE finally lifted her foot, a complete, sweaty sole print was left on the lower part of her face, every line clearly visible.

She put on her boots again, moving with a calm and unhurried manner. The clicking sound of the boot laces closing was particularly clear in the silence.

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