Immobile on the sidewalk were six girls, they had zombie faces and bloody ripped uniforms. They were smiling like anxious predators; ignoring the decorations of the neighboring houses to stare in my direction.
Here, I became truly lifeless. I knew them, they were our female volleyball team. Even walking near these grand giantesses on the school halls meant risking my life, only needed an unlucky day to end up stuck, like gum, under one of their shoes.
I exhaled, begging to the peeping moon for their legs to not come any closer.
"Ew, it feels real," I suddenly heard one of them say. Immediately, I looked to my right; the giggling pack was now trying to dismember the dummy at the start of the steps to make sure it wasn't alive.
This was too dangerous, I desired to escape, but I physically couldn't, mistress fear had cut the puppet-strings that allowed me to move, so, I had to laid there, petrified like a perfect actor, like just another dummy.
I saw the one that I recognized as the captain howling to the moon; she was celebrating, holding the head of their victim like a trophy. She dropped it in the grass and pointed at me, the virgin toy.
Soundless tortured screams came from inside my iron maiden; I was the prisoner of a fantasy that had been taken over by demons.
They started walking, blind to my pathetic prayers, effortlessly flattening each dummy while they climbed their path towards me, all turning into mush in seconds under their combined weight, until, finally, they reached the one next to where I laid.
A wicked parade of rich diamond-legs legs inspected my body without ever getting on top, lightly stomping in different areas, trying to find the most sensible ones to attack.
"Weird, this one has more filling," said the captain. I dared to look to my right once more to judge her expression, I needed her to create that miracle, I needed her to notice that I was a person. But her face reached the sky, it was too far, the only thing that I could see were a bunch of tiny volleyball shorts and their exposed camel toes.
"Well, he is special, this one is supposed to be the lucky welcome mat" said another, caressing my face with her shoe, "you wouldn't want a good trample to break it." With that, she jumped on top of my stomach. *PUM* It hurt like being in front of a shooting canon; my lungs were squeezed, all the air was violently expelled."It's like a kid size trampoline!" She joked, while bouncing on me.
The captain smirked and said: "Quick, let's break this one too before Joe catches us."
Shoes suddenly came down from all directions to help stomp me to death. The girls had been training for this, the years of working out muscles on volleyball practice, the years of perfecting that physique that they proudly showed off in the team-showers, unknowingly, it had all been to make sure the impacts would be exemplary.
"Go! Go! Go!" They chanted, competing to kill me, enjoying themselves too much to care how loud they were being. "Wait, what's going on out there?" Yelled Joe.
It all went quiet. The captain smirked again, looked at the others and said:
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