Looking upward, all you could see was a dark, olive colored slab of flesh. Time seemed to stand still as you watched, freezing you in place as you stared upwards. The flesh that was coming down upon you seemed strangely soft for something usually made of stone. There were small wrinkles all along it, the wrinkles more apparent where the sole met his toes. Each toe was slightly spread as it came down, splaying out to be able to even out the weight.
Time slowly returned, each centimeter moving torturously slow down towards you. Slowly but surely, the wrinkled flesh came down upon you. The flesh was surprisingly soft at first, caving to envelop your body, and the toes spread out above your head, and clenching around you.
Then came the horrible weight. The immense tonnes of weight gradually force their way down onto you, the originally soft, slightly inviting, and even attractive foot adding on each pound individually until you could no longer breathe. Looking up and unable to breathe, you see that Hudson was looking down, seemingly stopping mid-step.
Did he see you, or was your mind just slowing time to trick you?
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