Logan's POV: Logan looks down at his feet, preparing to slip his shoe back on, when he notices something small squirming next to his shoe.
"Fucking nasty bus," Logan thinks as he swings his bare foot over the bug, preparing to enjoy the sensation of its guts oozing onto his bare sole.
Your POV: You snap back to attention when you realize a huge shadow has come over you. You look up, and can see nothing but the enormous bare sole of 12 year old Logan. You can see every detail of the soft, young sole. You are so close you can make out the texture of his skin, and you can see the grime caked into the creases of his skin. It feels like you spend minutes gazing up at his sole in pure awe, but in reality, it is only seconds before Logan slams his foot down on you. He twists his foot back and forth, pushing down on your small body with such force that you puke blood. Of course, with his huge sole planted firmly on your face, the blood just goes all over you. Your ribs ache as they compress inwards. Even if you had air available, you couldn't inflate your lungs with Logan overpowering your diaphragm muscles. The skin on the sides of your torso stretches painfully, threatening to split and spill your guts on the cold, dirty floor of the school bus, where they would be pulverized by this giant, cruel middle school boy who thinks he's crushing out an insect. Logan has no clue the simple, almost effortless smashing he is doing will destroy your entire life. In a few cruel seconds of pushing, he will make your wife a widow, he will make your children orphans, and then he will go on with his own life, completely unaware of the lives being ruined beneath his godly, perfect sole.
Finally, the pressure is too much, and your ribs snap, puncturing your lungs. There is now nothing stopping Logan's massive weight from flattening your torso like a water balloon. Your sides split simultaneously, and it feels like youve been stabbed by dozens of knives at once. Your organs spill out, tears leave your eyes, only to be rubbed all over your face by the velvet smooth sole taking your life. Just as your skull is about to pop like a grape, Logan removes his foot, and you hear him say "Ah, job well done!"
He thinks you're dead. But you aren't. He's just going to leave you there, suffering through the worst pain imaginable, as you suffocate. Trying to gasp for air, but your lungs and muscles have been pulverized by Logan. You spend your last few seconds on Earth staring at the blood stains on the sole of Lgoan's foot, which dangles playfully above you. You beg for Logan to finish you off but he can't hear your helpless, pitiful cries. You lived your life as a man, but died as a bug beneath the unforgiving foot of a 12 year old boy named Logan.
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