ToeTormentor
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Night had already fallen around the old mansion as Ada Wong crept along the outside, her stiletto heels crunching gravel underfoot. Dr. Oswell Spencer had had many eccentricities, the tendency to hide his unethical research labs under extravagant mansions a very obvious one. It should be trivial to find an easy entry point to the mansion and then it was only a matter of time before she would find the valuable research data that the Umbrella Corporation had left behind in droves… the only complication would be the Bio-Organic Weapons that were always infesting the abandoned research sites. That thought had just crossed her mind when she saw movement coming from the overgrown flower beds sitting at the bottom of the mansion’s wall. A group of vines had begun snaking across the ground directly towards Ada’s feet.
“I don’t think so,” Ada taunted in her smooth, sultry voice, and began to engage in the acrobatics that had save her life so many times before. She easily leapt out of the vines’ grasp, readying her grappling hook pistol to finalise her escape.. and then suddenly she fell to the ground. Raising her left foot, she saw that the heel of shoe had snapped clean off.
“Oh, come on!” She shouted. “That never happens!” In an instant, she had recovered and fired her grapple up to a window on the mansion’s second floor. However, the split-second delay her broken heel had caused allowed the vines to wrap around her ankles. Ada gasped as she felt the rough, fibrous vines against her sensitive skin. Worse, the vines began to snake down to her feet, causing Ada to softly giggle as they slid over her insteps. Then the vines pushed their way into her pumps, slithering around her heels and arches toward her toes…
There was no way Ada was going to put up with this any longer. She quickly kicked off her heels, letting the plant keep them as a consolation prize as her bare feet slipped free of its grip. The grapple line reeled in, carrying Ada up to the window and – for now – safety.
“Ok, take them!” She called down, experiencing déjà vu from her escape from Raccoon City. Back then, she’d been able to get away while only giving up one shoe. She laughed silently as she slipped through the window, but her expression changed to an uncomfortable wince as she lowered her immaculately-pedicured feet to the old carpet floor. She wasn’t about to about to abandon her mission just to get a new pair of shoes, though, so she began making her way through the mansion’s halls completely barefoot… unconsciously twitching her red-polished toes as the coarse carpet fibers lightly tickled her soles with each step. On the plus side, though, she noted that the carpet did feel nice and soft under her feet. Something concerned her far more as she crossed the upper balcony of the main floor: despite this place being abandoned for years, the corridor across from her had its lights on. Ada entered the corridor, unable to not notice another advantage of being barefoot as her feet stepped silently from carpet to bare floorboards. She made her way down to the one door with light creeping out from underneath. A frantic thumping sound was coming from the room. Ada cracked open the door and peered inside.
“Claire? Claire Redfield?” The leather-jacket-clad brunette still managed to scowl up at her despite wrestling with a group of vines that were trying to drag her into a huge hole in the floor.
“You!?” She shouted. Claire had never in fact personally met Ada, but must have recognised her from Leon Kennedy’s description. She obviously wasn’t impressed by what she’d heard.
“Well that doesn’t sound like someone who wants my help,” Ada pouted mockingly, leaning on the doorframe and tapping her bare foot on the floor.
“Okay, I’m sorry, please help me!” Claire cried, clawing at the floorboards. Ada shot her grappling hook up at some exposed rafters and swung over to Claire. “Grab my feet!” Claire wrapped her hands around Ada’s ankles and Ada began reeling in her grapple line. More vines began to wrap around Claire’s legs in an attempt to drag the two women back down. Suddenly, the laces of Claire’s boots snapped and her feet flew out of them with a loud pop. She and Ada swung back to the door and sprawled on the ground.
“Hm, thanks,” Claire grumbled, scrambling to her socked feet. Just as they attempted to make for the door, however, more vines crashed through the floor in front of them. This time, the vines wrapped around their ankles and hauled them from their feet up into the air. Ada gasped as her grapple flew out of her hand and her pistol dropped out of its holster. Ada and Claire were left dangling upside down, facing each other. Before either could speak, Ada felt the vines begin to slither over her bare feet and now there was nothing she could do to protect them.
“No! No! Gyahahaha!” She screamed, flailing her feet and toes as the vines wrapped around and between them. Before Claire could react, she felt the thick bristles of the vines catch her socks and begin dragging them off her feet. Every inch of bare foot that was exposed was immediately set upon by more vines, and soon Claire’s frantic laughter joined Ada’s. Ada’s laughter, though, was the louder; it seemed that her feet were even more ticklish than Claire’s.
Figures that pampered princess would have soft feet, Claire thought savagely, but the schadenfreude wasn’t a comfort for long. The vines began to seep a cold fluid, rubbing into the women’s soles and between their toes. Ada completely lost whatever composure she had left as not only were her feet assaulted by the lubricated torturous scrubbing, but her bare arms and legs as well. Now Claire began to feel pity for her de facto companion, but before long she could only worry about herself. Vines found her cuffs of her jacket and jeans and began to slither inside, attacking her arms and legs. She and Ada stared at each other desperately as they both realised the vines were spreading toward their bodies…
Their laughter poured out with more strength than ever before, ringing throughout the mansion. There was no one else to hear it. Ada and Claire were trapped, alone, with their new playmate.
“I don’t think so,” Ada taunted in her smooth, sultry voice, and began to engage in the acrobatics that had save her life so many times before. She easily leapt out of the vines’ grasp, readying her grappling hook pistol to finalise her escape.. and then suddenly she fell to the ground. Raising her left foot, she saw that the heel of shoe had snapped clean off.
“Oh, come on!” She shouted. “That never happens!” In an instant, she had recovered and fired her grapple up to a window on the mansion’s second floor. However, the split-second delay her broken heel had caused allowed the vines to wrap around her ankles. Ada gasped as she felt the rough, fibrous vines against her sensitive skin. Worse, the vines began to snake down to her feet, causing Ada to softly giggle as they slid over her insteps. Then the vines pushed their way into her pumps, slithering around her heels and arches toward her toes…
There was no way Ada was going to put up with this any longer. She quickly kicked off her heels, letting the plant keep them as a consolation prize as her bare feet slipped free of its grip. The grapple line reeled in, carrying Ada up to the window and – for now – safety.
“Ok, take them!” She called down, experiencing déjà vu from her escape from Raccoon City. Back then, she’d been able to get away while only giving up one shoe. She laughed silently as she slipped through the window, but her expression changed to an uncomfortable wince as she lowered her immaculately-pedicured feet to the old carpet floor. She wasn’t about to about to abandon her mission just to get a new pair of shoes, though, so she began making her way through the mansion’s halls completely barefoot… unconsciously twitching her red-polished toes as the coarse carpet fibers lightly tickled her soles with each step. On the plus side, though, she noted that the carpet did feel nice and soft under her feet. Something concerned her far more as she crossed the upper balcony of the main floor: despite this place being abandoned for years, the corridor across from her had its lights on. Ada entered the corridor, unable to not notice another advantage of being barefoot as her feet stepped silently from carpet to bare floorboards. She made her way down to the one door with light creeping out from underneath. A frantic thumping sound was coming from the room. Ada cracked open the door and peered inside.
“Claire? Claire Redfield?” The leather-jacket-clad brunette still managed to scowl up at her despite wrestling with a group of vines that were trying to drag her into a huge hole in the floor.
“You!?” She shouted. Claire had never in fact personally met Ada, but must have recognised her from Leon Kennedy’s description. She obviously wasn’t impressed by what she’d heard.
“Well that doesn’t sound like someone who wants my help,” Ada pouted mockingly, leaning on the doorframe and tapping her bare foot on the floor.
“Okay, I’m sorry, please help me!” Claire cried, clawing at the floorboards. Ada shot her grappling hook up at some exposed rafters and swung over to Claire. “Grab my feet!” Claire wrapped her hands around Ada’s ankles and Ada began reeling in her grapple line. More vines began to wrap around Claire’s legs in an attempt to drag the two women back down. Suddenly, the laces of Claire’s boots snapped and her feet flew out of them with a loud pop. She and Ada swung back to the door and sprawled on the ground.
“Hm, thanks,” Claire grumbled, scrambling to her socked feet. Just as they attempted to make for the door, however, more vines crashed through the floor in front of them. This time, the vines wrapped around their ankles and hauled them from their feet up into the air. Ada gasped as her grapple flew out of her hand and her pistol dropped out of its holster. Ada and Claire were left dangling upside down, facing each other. Before either could speak, Ada felt the vines begin to slither over her bare feet and now there was nothing she could do to protect them.
“No! No! Gyahahaha!” She screamed, flailing her feet and toes as the vines wrapped around and between them. Before Claire could react, she felt the thick bristles of the vines catch her socks and begin dragging them off her feet. Every inch of bare foot that was exposed was immediately set upon by more vines, and soon Claire’s frantic laughter joined Ada’s. Ada’s laughter, though, was the louder; it seemed that her feet were even more ticklish than Claire’s.
Figures that pampered princess would have soft feet, Claire thought savagely, but the schadenfreude wasn’t a comfort for long. The vines began to seep a cold fluid, rubbing into the women’s soles and between their toes. Ada completely lost whatever composure she had left as not only were her feet assaulted by the lubricated torturous scrubbing, but her bare arms and legs as well. Now Claire began to feel pity for her de facto companion, but before long she could only worry about herself. Vines found her cuffs of her jacket and jeans and began to slither inside, attacking her arms and legs. She and Ada stared at each other desperately as they both realised the vines were spreading toward their bodies…
Their laughter poured out with more strength than ever before, ringing throughout the mansion. There was no one else to hear it. Ada and Claire were trapped, alone, with their new playmate.
