This couldn’t be happening, thought Ricky, panicked and scared when he realized he really couldn’t move or yell. He felt an instant relief when suddenly he saw his mom and sister coming home. “Thank God,” thought Ricky. But to his surprise they didn’t even notice he was the one lying there lifeless.
Then Ricky realized, they thought he was just a prop and part of the decorations. He was dressed like a dead body with a mask and there were dead bodies all over the front yard so he blended in with them.
It was bad enough that his whole body was paralyzed, possibly by that sting from the spider – but things were about to get a lot worse. Because as his mom and sister reached where he was, they stepped right on him. Practically marched on top of him as they began to unload what they bought from the store.
The first sensation of sharp pain, consumed Ricky’s lower torso where they initially pressed on with their feet as they practically used him as a doormat. Ricky literally couldn’t breathe from the agony, each time either his sister or mom placed their foot on his body as he lay on his back. Worse, was his mom with her three-inch heels digging into his belly with each time she stepped on him. Since the two of them walked quickly to and fro, it was always a quick brief pain to his middle but it felt agonizing all the same – the worst feeling ever!
Back and forth they went, walking on him as they made trips from the car to inside the house.
All this time, Ricky was in utter agony. He couldn’t shout out, couldn’t move and yet, he felt every inch of pain of being stepped on.
His heart almost stopped with hope, when his sister Sara suddenly stopped near him and bent over to look at him. Then his mother came up and joined her. “The dummy does look real, doesn’t he? I was thinking that myself,” his mother said.
Sara peered at him and Ricky, in agony seemed to be yelling loudly at her from inside his head. “It’s me, Ricky! I got bit by some venomous spider, and I’m paralyzed but can feel everything that’s happening to me. Stop stepping on me, dammit!”
But of course he couldn’t say any of that.
He watched through his mask as his mother and sister argued about if he was real or not. Then Sara decided to prove it to mom, by stomping on the dummy. She encouraged her mom to do the same.
Ricky, of course doesn’t move or make a sound, which convinced them it was a fake, and very realistic dummy. Both mom and Sara began to stomp really hard on Ricky. Now Ricky didn’t weight that much and was on the medium side at 119 pounds, and his sister Sara wasn’t bigger or heavier, standing at 5’2 and weighing 105 pounds. She was 19 and very attractive with brunette hair and long legs in jeans. We clowned around a lot and wrestled a few times. Sometimes she won, and would end up on top of him, either sitting, laying or standing. Ricky couldn’t say if it had hurt then, but he did remember he’d enjoyed having the weight on him. This time, was way, way different.
Having his climb on him and begin to stomp was a whole other kind of experience. It was still the same 104 pounds he had always felt, but as she began to stomp her sandaled feet on him one after the other, the pain was intense! He screamed louder – only it remained silent and in his head, alas.
The pain was indescribable. Yet the funniest thing, was how he noticed that she had nice legs even encased in those tight jeans he could tell. No wonder she had so many guys caling her all the time. Then Sara just had to invite mom to join her in stamping her feet on the dummy, and Ricky felt his heart sink lower.
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