She, unfortunately (not that much, though, for you) believes you are a bug trapped under her foot. She has a crushing fetish (you never knew this when you were friends with her), and she loves to play with bugs before she obliterates them. "Hey, this is my lucky day," she says. "You're right under my toes!" Her toes start to push down on your face and scrunch up with you between them. You then get the chance to see that she's wearing toenail polish, blue with stars on them. "Alright, I think that's good enough, you pest. I'm going to enjoy this. You get the chance to be crushed under the sole of me, your goddess, and have your crushed body paste all over my foot and sandal. Goodbye, you bug!" And then she presses down with all her weight, and you are crushed into pulp, which is splattered on her toes, sandal, and toenail polish. She moans with pleasure as she thinks to herself, maybe I'll wear these sandals for a few more days, just to cover it's body with my foot. Maybe I'll run a mile, too, just to make my feet sweaty and smelly. And that was the end of you, and you stayed on her feet for many weeks, with her not knowing she crushed her friend under her beautiful feet.
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