His Little TrickOR Barefoot Trap WMV

Description: Custom request she stood in the hallway, right in front of the mirror, getting ready to go out. her dress was cute and flowy, her makeup light but perfect, and her hair fell just right. on her feet — her favorite heels. elegant, shiny, just the right height. she gave herself one last look, adjusted her bag on her shoulder, and smiled. she looked great, and she knew it. she took a step toward the door — and something felt wrong. her heel didn’t lift. she shifted her weight to the other foot — stuck too. confused, she looked down. the floor looked normal, but both shoes were glued in place. she frowned, tugging gently, then harder. nothing. annoyed, she leaned on the wall for balance and slipped off her shoes, deciding to try barefoot. maybe it was just something with the heels. her bare feet touched the floor — and instantly stuck. not just a little. the moment her soles pressed down, they were held in place like cement. panic flickered in her eyes. she tried to lift one foot — it wouldn’t move. she shifted her weight, strained, twisted — but her bare soles were completely trapped. the more she moved, the more the sticky sound filled the hallway. now angry, she looked around. no one was there, but she didn’t need to see him to know. damian. of course. who else would do something this ridiculous? only he would think this was funny. she bent down, trying to use her hands to pull her feet free — and immediately regretted it. her fingers sank into the glue, sticking fast to the floor. her eyes widened. now she was crouched down, barefoot, stuck by both her feet and her hands. she let out a frustrated breath, cheeks flushed, muscles tense from struggling. she slowly looked up, eyes narrowing as she stared down the hallway — as if she could see him watching, laughing somewhere out of sight. “this isn’t over, damian,” her expression said loud and clear.