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Chapter #7
Between an insole and a foor
by: Unknown
Your body was mashed. Your legs were broken. Every breath you took heaved in agony. You no longer had the strength to drag your body, let alone run. All you could do was look up aa your fate was sealed. A vast ceiling of reddened, slick and sticky flesh was facing down upon you. Nothing more the sole of Tristan's bare heel. You couldn't scream. You couldn't protest. You could only watch, feeling ever so helpless and insignificant beneath a god.
SPLAT!
Tristan smiled as he felt bones crunch and blood explode under his heel. He slammed down his foot and ground his heel back and forth across the floor, revelling in the warm and wet feeling inside his riding boot.
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