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Chapter #6
Not quite saved
by: Unknown
"Hm. I have a better idea..."
The pressure came off as the heavy boor sole pulled away off of your body. You just lie there, looking up at this titan who was angelic in face but satanic in nature. You're too weak to even react as the godly stud brings down his hand to pick you up.
Caught in his vicious grio, the impossibly large room around swings by as Tristan stomps back to his chair and dumps you on his lap. Before you, a lump of grey the size of a tall hill loon before you. A monstrous bulge was being held back by grey cloth. Your footing is quickly threatened. You captor was raising his other leg as his torso lurched over you, covering your tiny body in his vast shadow.
Tug. Tug. Tug.
Tristan was pulling off his boot. Just one. You wondered... No. No. There was no way. But it was to be. A pinch of his fingers and he was carrying you though the long leather shaft of his boot. He dropped you down onto the insole, pitted down where the monsters heel would go, and rose back up to his full glorious and terrifying height.
"You'd better run, boy!"
With that warning, the god put his barefoot back into the footwear. You could see the glossy layer of sweat that amplified the noxious smell that resided here tenfold. As the herculean foot made its way further and further down the skycraper bootshaft.
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