Socks to be You

After yet another argument with a roommate he doesn't like Danny takes something that promises to relax him. This, however, goes much further than he'd bargained for. He ends up as a sock to be worn on the nasty feet of his least favorite roommate. Nobody ever knows what happened to him.
This story heavily focuses on musk, stink, and the humiliation of being reduced to a piece of clothing for someone you don't like.
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So Happy Together
"Need any help packing?" Smack offered. The yellow folf had been looking forward to Shock moving out for a while and it was finally happening this weekend. Sure, it was only Tuesday and Shock didn't have much to pack, but the bear wasn't known for his punctuality in such matters.
Shock was bemused by the offer. "You really can't wait to see me move out, huh?" The brown bear leaned forward to loom over the shorter folf, which put the sweat-stained armpit of his purple hoodie in his roommate's face. This was precisely part of why Smack wanted him to move out; the bear's stink was as off putting as his attitude.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Smack shouted as he recoiled from the stink. "I was just offering to help!"
"Alright now, boys," Eve intervened. The purple hyena had seen enough. Eve and Smack were a couple and he was looking forward to the two of them having the place to themselves now that their relationship was getting serious. However, he also still liked Shock as a friend and hoped to keep in touch even after he'd moved out. "You two only have to play nice for another week. Let's try to be nice to each other until then."
"Hey, he started it," Shock said. He ignored Smack's glare as he smiled at Eve. "Besides, I already took Friday off to pack, so it's not like I'm gonna stay any longer than you've agreed to. You two lovebirds want your space, right?"
"That's right," Eve replied. He gestured at Smack to calm down. "You're always welcome to visit." Smack snarled as Eve extended that invitation. "But we do want to have some space to ourselves."
"Yeah," Smack grumbled. He was resigned to having that bully around for a week longer. "Nothing personal. Just looking forward to having more private time with Eve here."
Shock didn't buy that this wasn't personal, but he didn't press the issue. "If you say so. I'm gonna get ready for a jog before work." He then went to his room to change outfits.
Eve shook his head at Smack. "Seriously, just let him be for a few more days, and then..." He softly ruffled the folf's mane. "You'll be aaaaaaaall mine."
"Thanks Eve," Smack smiled. "Date on Thursday?"
"You got it," Eve answered.
A Mistake
To deal with the stress of his roommate, Smack had picked up some supplements that were supposed to help with relaxation. One claimed to remove all tension and make you feel good as new. Those were bold claims but, after that confrontation, Smack needed any help he could get. The folf tore open the packet, tossed the capsules into his mouth, and washed them down with a full glass of water.
A wave of nausea caused Smack to immediately regret his decision. What the hell was in that stuff? He hurried to the bathroom in anticipation of being sick. Instead, he experienced something far stranger than nausea.
When Smack looked in the mirror, he noticed his fur going pale. The white patch in his chest was expanding outward and erasing his colorful markings. The fur itself was changing, too. It was becoming denser. He watched in fear as the fur appeared to knit itself together, forming a dense weave similar to fabric. He pawed at it in confusion and realized it was fabric, and slightly coarse fabric at that. His legs felt weak and he sat on the closed toilet. He looked down again to witness his legs turning into fabric as well.
The process was painless, yet surreal. His lower legs first formed semicircles with no structure at all, then they wove together to form a tube shape. There were some vertical bands to give it extra strength, but it was still fabric; he couldn't possibly stand on that! The bathroom seemed to grow in side around Smack as well; his body was shrinking to a size more suitable for what he was becoming.
His cock soon disappeared into the weave of fabric, causing a brief moment of pain before it faded entirely and left an unsettling emptiness where his genitals once were. They'd been replaced by only a darker grey panel of cotton. The cloth extended up his torso. His arms were caught in the material and then simply became part of it, while the rest of his anatomy disappeared into the material. He tried to call for help, but his lungs were now merely fabric. Even though he was perfectly conscious, he couldn't speak.
It took just thirty seconds for the transformation to complete. The folf's mouth closed permanently and turned into a darker grey fabric of reinforced material where someone's toes would go. He'd turned into a sock, nothing more.
The packaging was true, though. He had no tension at all; he was as soft and floppy as could be. He was also good as new; the white fabric appeared as if it had never been worn. It just wasn't the way he'd intended to relax.
Time lost meaning to Smack. He was just fabric, after all. He had a dim sense of light in the room and a limited sense of hearing. There was only a brief glimpse of shadow before his world went much darker.
"Hey, Shock?" Eve yelled across the apartment. "You left one of your socks in the bathroom again." It was a crude habit, but one he didn't think too hard about. Unlike Smack, the yeen wasn't too fussed about Shock's laundry habits.
"Sorry 'bout that," Shock said. He came out of his room wearing basketball shorts and a 'bear hug' T-shirt, but with nothing yet on his feet. Eve tossed the bear the stray sock and let him finished getting dressed.
Fresh Sock
Shock was glad Eve found an extra sock for him, as he was down to his last (mostly) clean sock and needed something for his paws. He put the socks on without a second thought.
Smack, however, was unable to think about anything other than the bear's paw violating his entire body. His entire being was stretched over Shock's foot. Every single part of his body was subject to the paw filling him. Even the toes sliding forward felt like they were fucking him far deeper than anyone could have actually penetrated him; they were plunging through his entire body.
Worse, Smack discovered he could still taste and smell, and both of those senses were under heavy assault by the bear's poorly-kept paws. The sweat and grime under the bear's unwashed toes smeared into the cotton and the fabric readily absorbed it. That gave Smack an overwhelming taste of foot grime, which made him nauseous again despite not having the means to be sick. It was as if his entire body was a nose and tongue, given that his entire body was absorbent.
Shock then grabbed his favorite sneakers and put them on. Smack had told him off for wearing those nasty things in the house before. Now? Smack learned they were even worse than his nightmares. Shock had kept these around for years. The insole was worn out, with blackened toeprints that pressed through the fabric in places and a similarly vile heelprint. The stench and taste increased several times over, to the sock's horror. It was entirely overwhelming without fresh air to dissipate the smell of a bear's body. When the bear stood, Smack internally screamed in pain as the rough pawpads dug into his body, especially as the heel twisted against what was formerly his crotch.
With his shoes on, Shock walked outside. With every step, the ball of the bear's foot ground against his sock, then the pressure briefly relented before his heel struck the ground and crushed what would have been Smack's balls. The weight continued to roll forward time and again with a natural-yet-mechanical force.
Morning Jog
The speed of the bear's steps gradually increased. Smack then remembered, with fear, that the bear was going for a jog. The realization hit him almost as brutally as the bear's stench and footsteps had. Still, the sock had no recourse; he was just another piece of clothing being worn and used for its intended purpose.
The heat of the sun and pavement both contributed to Smack's suffering. It added to Shock's natural body heat and caused the bear to sweat, which brought a fresh wave of unpleasantness and stink over the newly-transformed victim of his feet. The bear hadn't noticed it; the sock couldn't ignore it. Even that first, thin sheen of sweat was enough to dampen the former folf's body. It was only a hint of what was to come and it was already more than he ever wanted to experience. It was, however, just the beginning of that experience. The bear was merely warming up with a brisk walk. Once he started to jog in earnest, it all became even worse for Smack.
The steps were initially unpleasant, but now they were downright brutal as the poorly-manicured ball of the bear's foot crashed into and ground against Smack's body. He felt his fibers straining to cope with the forces being inflicted upon him, with the roughness of that pawpad acting like sandpaper against his very being. When the bear's heel came down, it was as if Smack's entire crotch was being hammered at once, sending a far different pain through his body. Though the heel didn't grind as much, it still violated his most intimate areas with no regard for his well-being; the bear didn't even know there was a victim to consider as part of his exercise routine.
As the jog progressed, the sweat intensified as well. Even Shock was aware of it, but Smack felt like he was being waterboarded. His body was soaked through; each new step squished some of that liquid out of his body before his cotton fibers reabsorbed it like any good sock would. He wanted to just force it all out of his body. He wanted nothing to do with this. And yet, as a sock, he had no agency in the matter at all. It was a simple matter of physics that Smack's body continued to wick moisture away from the bear's foot and keep the jogging creature comfortable.
Worse still, the way the foot moved inside him felt like he was being used as a full-body sex sleeve. The foot slid back and forth as the bear jogged, giving Smack the sensation of being little more than a Fleshlight for the foot. It penetrated and violated him deeply—both literally and figuratively—as the bear casually jogged around the neighborhood. Smack would have been sobbing if he could, but he lacked the ability to do even that. He was, in effect, completely paralyzed given that his body was nothing but absorbent fabric. All he could do was continue to take it, no matter how awful or abusive it became.
The bear continued around the block. It was only a mile jog, done over a dozen or so minutes, but it felt like an eternity for the poor sock being trampled and fucked by the foot for the entire time. If Smack could breathe in the usual sense, he'd have been gasping for air to try get anything other than the vile stench of the bear's feet. Instead, he had no reprieve at all. He was only spared from further misuse by the fact that Shock had to get to work and, after two full laps of the neighborhood, the bear went back inside to change into his work attire.
When Shock took his shoes off, the cold air of the apartment was uncomfortable to the soaked sock. It was as if his entire body had gone cold; the wet fabric now wicked away heat into the air conditioned room. Still, while it wasn't pleasant, it was at least refreshing compared to the inescapable musk inside that workout sneaker. There still wasn't any escape for the sock, however. Smack soon learned that the bear didn't even change his socks after a workout, which explained at least part of the potency of that scent. The sock was soon plunged into darkness once again as Shock put on his work shoes and headed to his day job.
"Hey, Eve?" Shock yelled as he went towards the door.
"Yeah?" Eve replied.
"If you see Smack, tell him I'm gonna be out late tonight. You two can have some time together."
"Alright. Thanks for letting me know." Eve still hadn't seen Smack since the argument earlier, but he was looking forward to getting a quieter night in together.
Shock hurried out the door to drive to work, still oblivious to the nightmare unfolding at—or more accurately, on—his feet.
The Daily Grind
Being in retail is hard work. You're on your feet all day, dealing with customers who may or may not see you as being a person, for barely enough money to justify showing up to the next shift. Still, as crappy as Shock's job was, it still wasn't as dehumanizing than what his socks were going through: They weren't people, far as he was concerned, and he didn't spare a thought for his clothing.
Smack, however, really wished the bear would have spared a thought at all. If not for his clothing, then at least for his hygiene. This was horrendous. If Smack ever got out of this situation—no, when he got out of it, he reassured himself—he'd never complain about the smell of the bear's feet again. For now, though, that stench was all encompassing. While he wasn't being pounded as violently by the bear's steps, he still was stuck in cheap dress shoes that just barely did enough to hold in the smell of the bear's paws.
Compared to the jog, this was unpleasant for Smack in a very different way. The complete lack of activity meant the fabric was undergoing a slower kind of fatigue. The pressure wasn't nearly as intense, but it was unrelenting. It ever-so-slightly stretched the sock fibers with each passing moment, leaving the material just slightly weaker along the way. This was how holes were worked into socks. Was he going to end up with holes in him like that? Smack had seen how badly abused Shock's other socks had been; most of them were only tossed when they had holes so large that the bear's toes or heel would press through.
Sometimes the bear would go for a walk through the store and relieve some of that stress. As Shock strolled through the aisles looking for products out of place or to offer help to a customer, Smack's body was moved around far more gently than during the jog. It still meant those toes were grinding against Smack's body, though, and marking him with even more of that sweat and toejam. Smack could feel his body being stained with that grime as each micrometer-thick layer piled on the last, as if it were bits of clay being piled up to form a disgusting piece of artwork.
There was one thing that both Smack and Shock could agree on, though: This day was monotonous and they both wanted it to be over. It wasn't just boring; it was soul-crushingly uninteresting. Smack was only experiencing hot, smelly darkness. Shock was dealing with obnoxious customers as he always did. However, while the sock was hoping the day would end just so he could get any kind of a rest from being subjected to those revolting feet, the bear was looking forward to a fun night out. All he had to do was make it to the end of his shift at seven before he could get on with having a good time.
After Dark
Quitting time finally arrived. Shock wasn't thrilled about working a half hour late because one of his coworkers was a no-show, but he could make up for that time later. As soon as he clocked out, he sprinted out the back door and to his car, briefly putting Smack through the hell of a run once again. After he left work, he went into the seedier part of town to meet up with someone who'd been wanting him to visit for a while.
Castor had been looking forward to huffing Shock's socks for a long time and, now that the bear was getting ready to move, this seemed like the perfect time to give the green-furred critter exactly what he wanted. When the fox/otter hybrid heard Shock pull up to the house, he bounced to the door and eagerly beckoned the brown bear inside. "Hey," Shock said. "Sorry I'm late. Some dick didn't show up today and I had to cover."
"It's okay!" Castor replied cheerfully. "You're here now." He hugged his friend and nuzzled against his armpit. The resulting smell just made the critter's tail wag. "And you stink."
"Hell yeah," Shock asserted. "Didn't have time to shower after my workout today. Pretty sure I heard someone complaining about the smell after they checked out, but hey, their problem."
"That's awesome," Castor said. As he spoke, he led the bear towards the couch and gestured for Shock to sit down. "So… how about your feet?"
Shock smirked at the hybrid. "Heh. You wanna get right to the point, huh?" The bear propped his shoes up on the coffee table and pointed at them. "I was down to my last clean socks this morning, so I'm sure they're ripe by now." Smack, the sock trapped in there, would have had to agree if he could express that opinion. While he was spared the force of Shock's feet bearing down on him, he was still subjected to the omnipresent sweat soaking into his body and corrupting his entire being. It was not a smell he could get used to in the slightest; it just seemed to keep getting worse the longer he took it in.
When Castor took the bear's shoes off, there was a rush of cold air. It was the first mostly-fresh air that Smack had experienced in hours, though to the piece of clothing, it felt like days. There was another, strange sensation that followed soon thereafter: An even colder rush of air, sucking inward towards… something? The green-furred submissive was huffing those nasty socks and taking pleasure from the way they smelled. That nasty smell was exactly what he'd hoped it'd be. Castor pressed his nose directly against the base of Shock's toes to appreciate it to the fullest. If only he knew just how much worse it could be, were he the sock being worn and saturated with that vile sweat.
"Lick," Shock demanded. Castor didn't need to be told twice. He nodded to both signify his obedience and smear some of that sweat on his nose. Without uttering a word, he moved down to Shock's heel and began to slowly lick upwards. His broad tongue made heavy, sweeping licks. Even the pawslut gagged briefly on the taste—this was even nastier than he'd hoped for—but he continued on. Those licks couldn't come close to actually cleaning those socks, but it was the thought that mattered. Shock groaned happily and sunk further into the couch, welcoming more attention from the needy hybrid beneath him.
Smack, however, would have disagreed that the licks were welcome. To him, Castor's tongue was violating his body in a very different way than Shock's feet had been all day. Whereas the bear's foot was inside him and stretched him to his limit, the licks were touching parts of his body that were previously only subjected to the uninteresting textures of an insole or a carpeted floor. This was slimy in a way that Shock's sweat was not, and it constantly moved in ways that were entirely alien to the newly transformed sock. This was far from the erotic dream that Castor and Shock were sharing together; this was an absolute, revolting nightmare that Smack desperately wished he could wake up from. Unfortunately for the sock, those two were planning on having a long night together to indulge their shared kinks, and this was only going to get worse before it got any better at all.
Laundry Day
Morning Wood
Shock awakened the next morning after some pleasant dreams of the night before. His cock was already poking from his sheath and it needed some attention. Shock didn't keep tissues in the bedroom; he just grabbed whatever used sock happened to be nearby. Unfortunately for Smack, he was the most convenient sock to be used as a masturbation aid that morning.
Smack still felt sick from last night. He hadn't quite dried out completely from the mix of saliva and sweat that had soaked into his body. Some of it had evaporated, but he was still was noticeably damp with those bodily fluids. Despite not having a stomach, he was nauseated by the combination, especially as that stench had soaked into him and lingered on his sense of smell.
When Shock grabbed him, Smack assumed the bear was starting off his day and needed a sock to wear. He was partially correct. He just was wrong about which part of the body he was about to be worn on. Once Smack got a whiff of the bear's crotch, however, he was horrified. That stink cut through the smell of cold sweat he'd previously been disgusted by. Surely his roommate wasn't about to repurpose a used sock as a masturbation toy, right?
Wrong. That was precisely what Shock was about to do.
The bear groaned as he began rubbing that sock against his junk. His mind drifted towards a range of fantasies; he never paid a second thought towards the sock he was using. This was just some idle morning fantasizing as his throbbing dick wanted some attention to start off the day. Smack, however, was fully fixated on the experience of that cock pressing against him. This was a new form of violation of his being.
Shock grabbed his sock with both hands to stretch it over his dick. It wasn't as much of a stretch as being put on a foot, but it heralded what was about to happen to Smack. The transformed sock mentally whimpered as the cock pressed into his body; it filled him more deeply than any male would have when he was a folf. His full body was being used by the bear. And, while it felt unpleasant at first, it became far tighter as Smack grabbed that sock more tightly and began to fuck it in earnest. The bear's dick rubbed against every surface of the sock's interior, with nothing but the remnant sweat and his precum as lube.
Smack felt like hits entire body was being fucked, all at the same time. The bear's cock filled him completely, and Shock could make it as tight as he wanted just by squeezing more tightly as he jerked off. The cockhead slammed against the toe section; it was like the dick was going through Smack's throat to slam against the back of his mouth. That feeling just intensified as Shock kept jerking off. He stroked harder and faster. Each thrust pressed harder against the toes of the sock and stretched them slightly. While there wasn't a risk of being broken yet, Smack certainly felt the seams straining and stitches straining under the steady hammering of a horny male misusing him.
The only mercy for the sock was that Shock was more interested in getting off than in edging all morning. It was intense, yes, but it was brief. The bear's cum, however, still was an unpleasant escalation of the sensory nightmare being imposed on Smack. That viscous fluid splattered against the toes of the sock and subjected it to the touch and taste of it. It was slightly bitter and Smack wished he could have spat it out. Instead, it soaked into the fabric and the flavor only intensified as cum soaked from one fiber to the next; each oversaturated strand spread the fluid to adjacent ones until the sock had soaked up every milliliter of the bear's load.
Shock squeezed tightly as he pulled the sock off his dick, squeezing out any remnant cum and smearing it across the sole of the sock. It left Smack feeling strangely empty as his being closed up again; the sock went limp as there was nothing inside it. That allowed some of the cum to ooze into the upper portion of his being, staining new portions of his body with it. This wasn't like being cum inside as a person. This stuck to him in places that he never would have imagined and was absorbed into his very being. As the bear's cum cooled, it left the fabric crusty in places and formed into whatever shape Shock happened to leave it in.
Cleaning Up
With no clean socks remaining, Shock needed to do laundry. Laundry day wasn't his favorite day, but people complained when he didn't do laundry and he didn't want to deal with that crap. He casually threw Smack into the laundry basket and piled the rest of his dirty laundry on top, then began tossing that clothing into the washing machine and firing it up. To Smack, it was yet another set of confusing sensations; his body was subjected to the cold metal of the washing machine's drum and rubbed against the other fabric piled on top of him. He was just another unremarkable piece of clothing among so many other dirty garments.
Those sensations became even stranger when the washing machine started. The cycle began with a few slow movements as the drum tumbled one way, then the other, as the machine detected the weight and movement of the laundry load. Then, cold water began pouring into the tub and soaked everything within. Smack would have shivered if he could; while it was clean, it was far too cold to be pleasant. The detergent soon followed and changed the composition of the water. It was sickening in a very different way than sweat; the chemicals stripped away the grime and left an unnaturally 'fresh' scent in its place.
The laundry tumbled back and forth as the machine agitated its contents. Smack was rubbed against every other garment in the machine at some point, exchanging bits of dye and dirt as the washer did its job. In addition to the filth being cleaned away, Smack felt like part of himself was being washed away. The sensations were still unpleasantly strong, but not as powerful as they were earlier. The rinse cycle carried away everything and left a slight emptiness in Smack's body and mind, but the spin cycle felt like an out-of-control theme park ride as the washing machine squeezed as much water as possible out of the freshly-cleaned clothing within.
Once the cycle completed, Shock moved everything into the dryer and turned it on. The movement of the dryer was much steadier than the washing machine and, at first, comparatively peaceful. The environment became even steamier than the bear's sneakers as the remaining moisture evaporated off the clothing. It didn't feel terribly hot at first, but as the clothing began to dry, the temperature rocketed upwards. Shock had used a warmer cycle to get the laundry done sooner and the fabric within suffered for it. Smack felt some of his fibers contracting as they were overdried and overheated, weakening permanently as his body was subjected to the excessive temperature imposed by an uncaring machine. There was no reprieve until the dryer flipped into its cool down cycle and gradually brought the clothing back to room temperature. Then, the movement stopped entirely.
Smack's existence was devoid of sensation now that the dryer stopped. There were almost no scents. There was almost no pressure; he'd ended up near the top of the pile. There was nothing to even indicate the passage of time. He could only wait until Shock decided to get the laundry. When Shock eventually grabbed the laundry, he put little effort into putting it away neatly. Smack, along with the rest of the socks, was simply dropped unceremoniously into a drawer and closed up, to be left there for an unknowable period of time.
Date Night
Eve was getting worried about Smack's extended absence. While he did occasionally go out after his confrontations with Shock, the folf was never gone this long. It had been two days and Eve hadn't even heard from Smack. The hyena had made plans to go out with him later tonight but that would require Smack to show up and be ready to have a night on the town.
"Hey, Shock?" Eve shouted to Smack from across the apartment.
"Yeah?" Shock replied.
"Have you seen Smack? I haven't seen him since you two had that fight on Tuesday."
"Nope."
Eve sighed and shook his head. "We were planning on going out tonight. I didn't expect him to ghost me over that." He was worried. Where was that folf?
Shock stopped packing and walked across the hall to Eve's room. "It's gonna be okay," he said. He offered a hug, then embraced Eve once the yeen took him up on it. "He'll turn up eventually. He always does."
"Yeah, I guess… I was just looking forward to going out tonight, since we haven't done that in a while."
"We could go out if you want," Shock offered. "I wanna grab something from my fave place before I move out. My treat."
Eve paused for a moment as he considered the offer. He did want to spend a bit more time with Shock before the bear moved away, and with Smack being gone, was it really wrong to go on a date with the soon-to-be-former roommate? "Yeah. Sure. Let's get lunch."
"Cool," Shock answered, "Lemme get my shoes on and we'll head out." He went back to his room and grabbed two socks from the drawer; Smack was one of them. The folf had been more-or-less asleep because so little was going on. The moment he was grabbed, he was wide awake. The bear wasn't as gross as last time, but after a couple days of isolation, even the natural scent of those feet was a lot to handle. The feeling of being put onto a foot was unsettlingly familiar as Smack was slid into the shoe and the bear went out for a meal.
On the drive to the restaurant, the bear and hyena chatted with one another. This was just another afternoon to them. They had no idea that Smack was with them, in a sense; he was just a sock being worn by a bear who had no way of knowing he existed. "I can't believe he'd just disappear like that," Eve said. His concern had given way to anger. "And without even telling me where he is! He hasn't even answered his phone."
"Yeah, that's a dick move," Shock agreed, "You deserve better than him. Dude's an asshole."
Was he just an asshole? Smack had to wonder. He knew he hadn't been the best roommate to Shock, but now Eve was pissed off at him too. "You know, you're right," Eve replied, "If he can't even show up for the date he said wanted…"
"Mmhmm. Wonder if he's ever gonna show up again." Shock was indifferent to the folf's fate. He didn't want something horrible to happen to him; he just didn't care if the guy disappeared.
"If he does," Eve snarled, "I'll give him a piece of my mind."
"Yeah. You should." Shock pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. "Ready to grab food?"
Eve nodded to the bear and got out of the car. "Thanks for taking me out. I needed the break."
"Hey, no problem. Get something you like."
Meanwhile, beneath the his two roommates, Smack was distraught. Did they really hate him that much? Had he been that horrible? Even if he had been a crappy roommate at times, he didn't deserve this, did he? It didn't seem like Eve cared about him nearly as much as he'd hoped, and as the two went out on a date, he became increasingly upset over the way they spoke about him. If—no, when, he tried to assure himself—he got out of this situation, he'd have to make it up to Eve. Somehow. He just didn't know how he'd make it up to the yeen, much less how he'd get out of this nightmare he'd been trapped in.
Moving Day
By Saturday afternoon, Shock had finished packing everything up. He'd boxed his computer, clothing, and the various other things in his room. Smack was in an overstuffed clothing box, squeezed on all sides by other garments.
"I'll miss you, Shock." Eve gave the bear a small kiss on the cheek. "You know you can come back to visit anytime you want."
"Yeah, thanks," Shock said. "And if your jerk boyfriend-"
"Ex-boyfriend," Eve corrected. He was done with Smack's bullshit.
"If your ex ever shows up again," Shock continued, "Let him know I'm gone and he can stop freaking out about me. But I'm gonna get out of here; I wanna unpack tomorrow."
"You drive safe, okay? Let me know when you're settled into your new place."
"Yeah, I will. See ya." Shock gave Eve another hug before he departed.
As the moving truck started up, Smack's hope for an escape faded. The person who he thought cared most about him no longer cared at all. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this, or even if he could get out of this. All he had left was being a sock. A sock to be worn by a person he hated and who he doubted would help him even if he could beg for mercy. Smack was simply stuck as a piece of clothing, to be worn again and again, until his body was destroyed and he was tossed away like nothing but another piece of trash.