The sound of your small body hitting the cold tiled floor makes the sickening crunch sound of most of the bones in your body breaking. your skeletal system is a mess and you dont even want to know what condition your organs are in. as you lay there in a puddle of your own blood you look up at Denise's toes {i]wiggling over the chair wishing they would come down and crush you putting you out of your misery.
15 minutes go by but to you it seemed like 15 hours of listening to Denise Bitch about you not being here and how her insoles should have been made hours ago. "God, I hate that son of a bitch I wish he was dead." http://www.flickr.com/photos/64482062@N0...
You plead to god "Please God let her foot come down already and crush me so i can go to heaven. I......I cant take the pain anymore and the smell of her feet is making me nauseous." Your wish is granted when you see her foot slide off the chair and lower itself on you. the last thing you see in life is Denises Perfect Sole come down on you and end your miserable life. she barely even feels you as the soft flesh of her foot compresses you into mush.
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