Another group of brave little trick-or-treaters made it to the scariest house at the end of the street... and knocked on MY door. One piece of enchanted candy each is all it takes, and suddenly they're tiny, helpless, and lined up on my floor. My feet have been trapped in these boots all night, and now they're tired, hungry, and ready to play. I lower my bare soles over the little group, making them feel every inch of my soft, warm arches before I press down... slowly. One by one, they go between my toes, squeezed tight, feeling every flex and wiggle as I toy with them. Then comes the real fun: foot domination. Trapped under my sole, feeling my full weight as I flex and smash, again and again, until my feet have claimed every last brave little visitor. You knocked. You were brave. Now be a good little treat... and go flat.