With a jolt, Mina tore her eyes open and gasped. Her eyes darted in every direction, it felt like not a second was past since she was trapped. Though, it became apparent things had happened. Around her wasn't a gloved hand, but a dark space. She was on the floor, a throbbing mark on her head allowing her to piece together that she somehow fell. She patted around her body, making sure that this wasn't a dream, and that she was all together. Thankfully she was whole, the only other change just being that her bodysuit felt like it had been sodden and dried.

There wasn't much light from above, the only source coming from the bottom of a super sized door not too far from her. Her head slowly looked up, her eyes squinting as she reevaluated where she was with new suspicion. Looking up at the barely illuminated space, she saw a lot of hung clothing in browns and tans that disappeared into the darkness. Standing out in white was an armored leotard strung up, with a pair of gloves and soft, plated boots propped up on a foot stool. Mirko's costume. She somehow ended up in the closet of her captor.

She pushed herself to her feet with a grunt and soreness. Her mind was buzzing as she tried to figure out what had happened. Taking a couple of steps, she noticed that she still had balance, her hands moving without issue. While carpeting typically was a hindrance for her, the cheap flooring had already been matted and compressed. The fibers were coarse and packed down enough that it wasn't too different to her from walking on hardwood. Putting a hand up, she tried to shield her eyes from the light as she trudged closer to the door.

Once under the door, it finally bearable for her eyes to see what lay beyond. Before her was a plain looking bedroom; A bed decorated the center, with a couple of nightstands beside it and a large TV opposite of the bed, a cream colored wallpaper topping it all off. The only part that didn’t make it look like a hotel room were the odd, distant strewn about clothing on the floor. Standing there for a moment, Mina realized she didn't know what to expect from the fifth rated hero of Japan and this somehow fit the rough and tough style of its inhabitant.

She then heard it, far distant shuffling that was muffled just enough to be barely detectable. She swallowed some saliva, shooting her eyes towards the door on the opposite side of the room. Just like before, she failed to anticipate anything beyond her short term recovery. She tried to think of something to do to avoid the hero, time was shorter than she anticipated.

The door flew open, revealing the bunny hero no longer in costume. This time, her attire was just a tank top and bunny pajamas that came down past her ankles. The red eyed behemoth wouldn't stop to be ogled and strode into the room, each step starting to cause slight tremors. Mina's mind rushed, and in an instant she spun around and ran towards the door of the closet. She didn’t know if Mirko knew that she was there, but she didn’t want to sit and find out.

The tremors grew in intensity, each step turning into a soft thud. She barely got under the doorway, ground quaking like it was a magnitude ten, when it flew open. An air blast immediately kicked up around her and caught her form, sending it tumbling in the air with a boot flying free off her. She barely saw the floor before smacking against it, a stifled cry erupting from her lips. Mina would flop onto her back with her eyes screwed tight until impact. When she opened them, the sole of a bunny slipper soared overhead and landed within the closet, followed by another. Gasping for air, she tried to get up as the owner of the nightwear slipped out a foot. She barely got to stand up before it moved again, putting a hand up and screaming as the thick, tanned ceiling of flesh dropped right onto her; her scream was cut short.

The weight of the larger pro hero was immediately felt as Mina was compressed against the carpet. She prayed to whatever god spared her, the carpet providing enough yield. She could feel the muscles within the rough appendage shift around as Mirko moved. The heat and sweat only added to the immense pressure. She felt the foot press on her tenfold for just a mere moment, air forced from her lungs that she had just taken. It then relieved almost just as quickly as it pulled up, her brain’s alarm bells going off as she went with it. Following a gasp for breath, she tried to struggle while the sole continued to orientate. She was still able to free look with her right eye, seeing nothing but calloused skin and a ground that rushed by. Said rushing ground quickly raced at her before she shut her eyes, followed by a brutal impact that shook her to her core and winded her again.

The force of the larger woman increased again before it subsided, a sister shake felt rippling through the ground in accompaniment. When the appendage she was stuck to picked up again, her brain clicked as to what was going on. Sadly, she was still mid gasp when the ground met her again and forced the breath from her lungs. With another increase of pressure, she was subconsciously ready for the next step. As soon as the foot came up, she took a huge breath of air before releasing it just before impact. Her lungs didn’t ache as much because of that, thankfully, the pressure only increased slightly before subsiding again as well.

Seconds crawled by as she was stood on, her strained mind thinking the torture wouldn’t end. With a jolt, she suddenly felt herself get hoisted up higher. The ground below her melted into a flurry of color as the limb she was attached to moved about. It finally came to a stop, laying out on its side and exposing a field of silken sheets. Straining her eye, she could see that across from her was the other sole. The quiet was then interrupted as the sound of a news broadcaster filled the air, followed by a content sigh that rumbled from the woman above. With the mental and physical torture she just endured, Mina was thankful for the moment to rest.

There wasn't much movement from her captor, thankfully, aside from some idle toe flexes. In the moment she had to think, the air became noticeably rancid, letting her know to break off now or be further punished by her lungs.

With some gentle shifting, she tried to test her adherence to the flesh. Surprisingly, her limbs were actually able to move a bit, a swell of hope building in her chest. Slowly increasing the intensity of her wiggles, she tried her best to break the seal and achieve freedom. The feeling in her chest solidified and fell as she heard a curious grunt from above. She felt the micro shift of the foot before a voice like thunder cracked from above.

"Oh? The pipsqueak from the jewelry story? I completely forgot about you! Ah, and you look so cute down there, too!"

Mina panicked and began thrashing to hurry along her plan. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her free eye caught the appearance of a monolithic finger tip. The fingertip then swiped at her, it combined with an unseen second tip repeatedly smashing her into the footskin. It was hard to think, but it felt like the pro hero was trying to pinch her. A few tries were made before she felt her collar jerk up off her neck. With the sudden warning, the rest of her body came with as the material of the suit stretched and choked her. As soon as her hands were pulled free, they snapped up to her collar and fumbled around, her own fingers failing to catch the other side of the collar that was choking her.

"Well now I know you can at least survive a step! But what of a kick?"

As she ascended, the material of her suit stretched to its limits. She squeezed her eyes shut as she fought desperately for breathing room. Right as she thought she was going to pass out, a tearing sound was then heard right before she plummeted back down onto the foot with a plop. This time on the edge of the ball of the foot. She groaned as she tried to push herself up, fate being cruel to her as her grasp slipped and she flew head first down into the toe crevice. One arm slipped between two toes, which they reflexively curled, and was almost anchored. She grunted as she yanked the hand out, her last white glove no longer present. However, right after she had thought she freed her hand from the curling toes, they continued their path into her body and pressed her deep. She struggled and squirmed against the digit pads as a deep sound of laughter erupted above.

"You must really want to be down there, hah! Now come here you little flea."

The toes softened around her right before she felt the same fingers from before try to grab her again. A small grunt was stifled by the larger woman as the fingers adjusted around her legs. With her lower torso pinched, and Mirko's finger pad jabbing up against her back, Mina felt herself dragged out and back into the light. Sliding out with a gasp and almost totally naked now, she blushed and tried to cover her chest as the bunny hero's face came into view. The larger, predacious red eyes focused on her, a grin stretched across Mirko’s face.

"Huh? I thought you'd be a guy! A shrinking violet are we? You just keep getting cuter!"

Mina couldn't help but blush more as the comment hit her. The entire ordeal was going to be the most embarrassing thing in her career already. Shouting out, she tried her best to focus away from those distracting thoughts.

"Please! I am not a villain! I'm a pro hero like you! This is all a misunderstanding!"

The larger girl before her could barely contain her laughter, the warm breath washing over Mina and bathing her in a suspiciously carrot-like scent. At least it beat the smells now stuck to her body.

"I can barely make out what you are saying. But I did hear a 'please', so let me put you back in your favorite spot!"

Mina could barely stammer out a protest before she was ripped away from Mirko's face. Yet again she tried to writhe out of Mirko's grip, putting up her arms right before impact as if that would protect her. Mirko would make short work of her defense, unsurprisingly, smashing her face first into the sole and dragging her along its grooves. All she could do was go limp and ride it out as she was wiped back and forth along a wrinkle the size of a trench, droplets of sweat breaking along her body.

"Just where scum like you belong! I wonder if others have caught you before…"

The sound of rustling was heard, before the tapping of a finger against a phone screen. Mina wasn't privy to watch, sadly, being idly rubbed against the brown skin while the top rated female did whatever on her device. Paying attention to the sounds and wondering what they were doing was the only thing barely keeping her sane while she was amidst the feelings of frustration and total helplessness that captivated her mind.

"Huh?! A hero?! How in the hell did you manage that?"

The rubbing didn't stop, but the foot she was rubbed against had tensed up. All of a sudden what was a rough, thick foot as now taught and strong, the ridges feeling like sandpaper to her. Knowing Mirko's power, Mina didn’t need her sanity to recognize the iconic quirk.

"Bah, one less member of the competition to worry about."

The foot relaxed, going back to its slightly softer form against her face. The rubbing also had come to a stop, the finger just holding her down while the thumb pinched her legs. A huge wave of relief overcame her, but that wasn't enough to revert her emotions of helplessness.

"From what it says about your quirk, you'd be far better suited at a hospital. Which explains why you feel good! Well since you aren't a villain- huh?"

Mina was being dragged up as Mirko said that she wasn't a villain when it suddenly came to a stop in sync with her sentence. Mina had foolishly opened her mouth to sigh in anticipated relief, but instead proved to be premature and her face banged against a wrinkle in the sole with her mouth still open and her tongue tasting the rabbit’s foot. Movement then brought her suspended in the air an inch away from the foot, the minute hero taking the moment to survey her surroundings. Mina was able to witness that their eyebrows were raised and their mouth was still open. Slowly, their brow furrowed and a smile grew right before it blurred from view as Mina was shoved right back down against the brown grooves.

"Do that again!"

Mina was overwhelmed with feelings of betrayal and confusion. It sounded like Mirko was just about to let her go, and now she was back to being humiliated. The finger pressing her down increased its force, causing her to open her mouth again to gasp in pain. The same as before, she tasted the sole she was pressed against. It seemed to get the result from Mirko, as Mina heard another chuckle from the hero.

"Your quirk is pretty powerful. Keep that up tonight and I'll take you to UA tomorrow to get you a new costume!"

She heard the bed creak and then a drawer open. She continued to hold her mouth open as she was dragged up and down, her eyes shut all the while. The sound of tape ripping didn't distract her, either. Rather, she felt alarmed as her head was shoved by an adjusting finger, the rest of her body being let go, just before a sticky surface pressed against her body and flattened it back against the sole. When the hand pulled away, she was able to see that she was trapped by a thin piece of tape that still managed to cover her body from the neck down.

"This is punishment for not stopping the villain sooner! If you don't keep going, I'm leaving you down there all patrol!"

That was all it took to keep her obedient at that point. With no other choice, she stuck her tongue out and just started dragging it across the grooves in front of her face. The toes above did a small wiggle, the bunny hero leaning back with a sigh. She continued lapping like some dog, tears stinging her eyes from both the air and the emotions she felt before she shut them. She would only ever stop when she'd hear the snores of the rabbit girl. All she did was focus on the hope that Mirko wouldn't tell anyone this happened, as well as the news station that was still on. It wouldn’t be until hours later did she finally get a break and pass out from exhaustion.