"Slave!" Stephen bellowed from above. Mr.Jackson gazed up his hands and knees violently shacking in sheer fear of the titanic boy in front of him. He breathed heavily as he isn't fully recovered from the immense weight of Stephens foot from above crushing him nearly to death. "Yes my Lord Stephen" He said thus falling to his knees too weak to stand. " Hahahahahahaha!" Stephen boomed from above as he pinched the inch tall teacher flinging him high in the air until reaching a abrupt stop face to face with his 'master' Stephen.
"Enjoy the ride with my toes!" Stephen giggled as he slipped off his stinking runner and dropped the poor teacher in there. He gazed out the hole as he could hear Stephen evil menacing laughter of dread boom and echo in the vast cavern that was this 13 year old boys well worn runner. The light suddenly eclipse as he huge set of ties rolled into the shoe causing a sudden panic as Mr.Jackson raced to the end of the shoe but was rapidly caught up with the toes thus throwing him the the tip of the shoe compressed between the thick leather and the damp salty cotton that layered his toes and foot. A wiggle of Stephen toes caused more pain to the teacher as he was shifted up then down in the shoe. Then the worst part, Stephen started to walk to his next class with the miniature teacher incased in a sweaty prison of salty and rank odours and complete darkness and fear. He could have used his powers todo Much more but enjoyed the squirming and futile struggling his tiny teacher had to over as he screamed for attention and tried to escaped his leathery prison. The thick cotton fibres before him recked of serious sweat as they where drenched with it, he doubted Stephen had changed his these socks for a few days! He was in pain but the whole fear of dying under giant brats toes produced vast amounts of adrenaline as his eyes tried to gain clarity. He violently coughed and gagged as the shoe was beginning to heat up as Stephen took off in a quick walk to his next class tossing the poor teacher violent up and down like dining mixing a bowl of salad. He screamed in pain and fear despritly for help, to get noticed but his small little voice didn't even reach out side of Stephen massive runner as he took his seat for another boring class the earthquake like movements stopped as another class begins..
Meanwhile back in reality of normal had take Math next. "What a drag" he said. He entered the room to stop the class that had already begun as his teacher paused on his entrance but did nothing about him as he had givin up with Stephen years ago. As he as he took the furthest seat from the top of the class room. Lying casually at the back mess with a pencil and wiggling his toes causing a sweaty hell for Mr. Jackson he looked up to see the board filled with numbers as Mr.Lucy droned on and on. He wanted to be entertained after all he was a GOD!
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