As the night unfolded, Sienna returned to the porch multiple times to greet the steady stream of trick-or-treaters. Each encounter was a torment for you, trapped beneath the oppressive weight of her sandal. The first instance was when she planted the middle of her sandal firmly on your back, grinding it slightly into your flesh as she handed out candy with a saccharine smile to the children. Her eyes darted down to you, a mocking concern flickering across her face. "Oops," she whispered, barely audible amidst the children's chatter.
In the next group, she brought her heel down on you with force, causing you to gasp in pain. She lingered longer this time, her full weight pressing into your ribs as she admired a little boy's zombie costume. You felt every contour of her sole digging into your skin, the grit and grime adding to your agony. As she finally lifted her foot, she gave you a sly wink, relishing in your suffering.
Later, a group of older teenagers approached, and this time, Sienna's toes found you, each step calculated and cruel. She made sure to twist her foot slightly, as though adjusting her sandal, sending sharp, stabbing pains through your body. Her expression remained warm and welcoming towards the trick-or-treaters, but each time she glanced at you, her eyes gleamed with malice.
As the flow of trick-or-treaters dwindled and the night grew quieter, Sienna emerged one last time. Surveying the nearly deserted street, she deliberately stepped on you once more, her entire weight crushing your chest. Locking eyes with you, she smirked. "Looks like the night's over," she said softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
With a dismissive huff, Sienna hawked a large gob of spit right onto your face, the warm, sticky glob landing with a sickening splat. You flinched, unable to move or wipe it away. Seizing the opportunity, Sienna kicked you free from the weakened glue, sending you tumbling into the grass. Before you could gather your senses, she began to stomp on you viciously, her sandals repeatedly crashing down with brutal force. She even stood on one leg at one point, grinding you deeper into the soft earth, her weight compacting the soil around you.
Finally, she stopped, standing over the disturbed ground where you lay battered and broken. Sienna casually patted the ground with her foot, ensuring you were buried beneath the surface. A cruel smirk crossed her lips as she added insult to injury, flipping your makeshift grave off with her middle finger.
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving you buried and defeated in the garden. The night had ended, but the torment you endured under Sienna's merciless cruelty would haunt you long after.
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