Ms Draven was more than a little nervous as she sat in the backseat of the transfer vehicle. She knew that her movements were being closely monitored by the guard upfront, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, and a chain connected them to the seatbelt buckle. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it was secure.
She had been informed about the route they would be taking, and it seemed like they were taking a long time to get there. She couldn't help but wonder if there were any unexpected delays or if she was being driven around in circles just to keep her on edge.
As the vehicle pulled over, Ms Draven's heart skipped a beat. Was this it? Was she finally going to reach her destination? The door opened, and the guard stepped out, his eyes fixed on her. She could feel his gaze traveling up and down her body, lingering on her stomach and chest before landing on her feet.
"You have really nice feet," he said, his voice deep and gravelly. Ms Draven tried not to react, but the comment caught her off guard. "Thanks," she mumbled, wishing he would just get on with it so she could be free of this nightmare.
The guard hesitated, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he spoke again, "I've been watching you since we left the prison. Your feet have been in my thoughts the whole time." Ms Draven's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.
"Can I smell your feet?" The guard's request took her by surprise. She had never been asked such a thing before, let alone while being transported to another prison. But something about the way he said it made her hesitate. There was something almost vulnerable in his voice that she couldn't resist.
Ms Draven unbuckled the chain from her seatbelt and pulled her leg forward, offering her bound foot to the guard. He hesitated for a moment before leaning in, his nose just inches from her stinky foot. As he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a long groan.
"Mmm... that's incredible," he murmured, reaching out to touch her foot. Ms Draven couldn't believe what was happening. This guard was clearly obsessed with her stinky feet, and she was playing along with it.
As they continued down the road, Ms Draven and the guard engaged in a bizarre exchange. He would pull over, and she would present her bound foot to him, each time his obsession with her stinky feet growing stronger. Meanwhile, the vehicle carrying her continued on its journey, unaware of the strange detour they were taking.
