You were helpless at Jessica's feet. You had no choice to escape, your phobia and now weakened state prevented you from fighting back at all. Her nasty goth feet were suffocating you and unless you kissed them you had no idea how far she was going to take it.
But you couldn't. You couldn't let her win. You had your pride and you refused to kiss that bitch's feet.
"Still not doing it? Do you want to die under there? Because I have no fucking problems ending you. Kiss or die!"
Her threat was ringing in your ears. You needed to breathe, your lungs were desperate for air. Your vision was growing hazy, was this the end? Were you going to die in the worst possible way? Your body shuddered as terror coursed through your veins. You needed air! You needed air!
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