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7 hours later...

After much fumbling with her keys Nicole crashed in through the front door. Piss drunk, she groped her way to the living room and collapsed gracelessly on to the sofa, a groaning mess.
If she had quickly forgotten her son's presence beneath her foot on walking out the door so many hours earlier, multiple deceptively strong fruity cocktails and a few rounds of shots had all but entirely blacked out his existence, prior or continued, from her memory.

Slumped lethargically on the sofa Nicole frowned vaguely behind closed eyes; the dull ache of her sore feet, painful despite the nerve-dulling alcohol in her system after a night of bar crawling and dancing, niggled at the edges of her woozy perception. Suddenly deciding she wanted the shoes off, Nicole leaned forward sharply and nearly toppled headfirst on to the floor. Steadying herself the drunken single mother slowly bent down and grabbed clumsily at her right heel with both hands.

- Fuckin'... 'ncomfortable ass shoes... come on...

Nicole squinted at her shoe, tugging and pulling at the inanimate heel. The metal buckle confused and frustrated her for a good minute, but at long last and with a great deal of effort Nicole managed to tear the somewhat loosened heel free from her sweaty, aching foot, and with surly indignation tossed it across the room.

Huffing with effort Nicole steadied herself once more and went to begin prying at her left heel.

Dan, utterly lost in his infinite hellish suffering, barely noticed the tactile sensation of his mother's fingers upon him, but some part of his tormented psyche registered with a minute pang of hope that freedom might finally be at hand.

Unfortunately for Dan in that same instant a wave of exhaustion suddenly overcame Nicole and, tired and aggravated, she promptly gave up on the idea of removing the other stiletto, dropping her foot and the shoe still tightly strapped to it to the floor with a thud.

- Euugh, fine! Fu-Hyuk-ck you… then…

With a cruelty all the more terrible for her ignorance of her son's endless suffering beneath her feet, Nicole’s head lolled as she let herself fall back against the sofa. Closing her eyes and sighing sloppily Nicole drifted into a deep sleep after just a few seconds.

As Nicole snored and her unconscious mind flitted through hazy, drunken dreams the toes of both her feet gently flexed and scrunched, unwittingly mocking her imprisoned son as the five warm, sweaty digits he had been suffering beneath all night squished against his face over and over again. With each reflexive squeeze Nicole’s toes shifted tantalizingly close to the inch of insole Dan felt as his quivering lips, but, maddeningly, never moved quite far enough along the length of his insole-face to allow him even the tiniest gasp of fresh air.

Description
7 hours later...

After much fumbling with her keys Nicole crashed in through the front door. Piss drunk, she groped her way to the living room and collapsed gracelessly on to the sofa, a groaning mess.
If she had quickly forgotten her son's presence beneath her foot on walking out the door so many hours earlier, multiple deceptively strong fruity cocktails and a few rounds of shots had all but entirely blacked out his existence, prior or continued, from her memory.

Slumped lethargically on the sofa Nicole frowned vaguely behind closed eyes; the dull ache of her sore feet, painful despite the nerve-dulling alcohol in her system after a night of bar crawling and dancing, niggled at the edges of her woozy perception. Suddenly deciding she wanted the shoes off, Nicole leaned forward sharply and nearly toppled headfirst on to the floor. Steadying herself the drunken single mother slowly bent down and grabbed clumsily at her right heel with both hands.

- Fuckin'... 'ncomfortable ass shoes... come on...

Nicole squinted at her shoe, tugging and pulling at the inanimate heel. The metal buckle confused and frustrated her for a good minute, but at long last and with a great deal of effort Nicole managed to tear the somewhat loosened heel free from her sweaty, aching foot, and with surly indignation tossed it across the room.

Huffing with effort Nicole steadied herself once more and went to begin prying at her left heel.

Dan, utterly lost in his infinite hellish suffering, barely noticed the tactile sensation of his mother's fingers upon him, but some part of his tormented psyche registered with a minute pang of hope that freedom might finally be at hand.

Unfortunately for Dan in that same instant a wave of exhaustion suddenly overcame Nicole and, tired and aggravated, she promptly gave up on the idea of removing the other stiletto, dropping her foot and the shoe still tightly strapped to it to the floor with a thud.

- Euugh, fine! Fu-Hyuk-ck you… then…

With a cruelty all the more terrible for her ignorance of her son's endless suffering beneath her feet, Nicole’s head lolled as she let herself fall back against the sofa. Closing her eyes and sighing sloppily Nicole drifted into a deep sleep after just a few seconds.

As Nicole snored and her unconscious mind flitted through hazy, drunken dreams the toes of both her feet gently flexed and scrunched, unwittingly mocking her imprisoned son as the five warm, sweaty digits he had been suffering beneath all night squished against his face over and over again. With each reflexive squeeze Nicole’s toes shifted tantalizingly close to the inch of insole Dan felt as his quivering lips, but, maddeningly, never moved quite far enough along the length of his insole-face to allow him even the tiniest gasp of fresh air.