This choice: Chloe gets up and walks to her next destination • Go Back...Chapter #8Chloe’s walk.....your death by: Blood   https://ibb.co/fYJfMjy
"Chloe? C-Chloe?!" you screamed in desperation, your voice drowned out by the vast expanse of the room. You had been clinging to the top of her pristine white mules, the same ones you’d polished to a perfect shine earlier that morning. It had been a task you took pride in, knowing Chloe planned to wear them as part of her outfit today. But now, the very polish that made them gleam under the lights was your worst enemy. Your tiny nails scrabbled uselessly against the slick leather, failing to find any grip as you slid down the steep incline.
The slope of the shoe became a terrifying ride as your descent accelerated. The world blurred around you, Chloe’s colossal figure looming above, oblivious to the tiny figure scrambling for survival at her feet. The edge of the mule approached rapidly, and with it, the horrifying realization of the drop that awaited you. Your mind raced, but there was no time to think, no time to react.
WHOOSH!
You were airborne, the ground disappearing beneath you as you soared through the air. Panic gripped you as you flailed helplessly, your arms reaching out for anything to grab onto, but there was nothing—only empty space and the hard, unforgiving tiles far below. Time seemed to slow as you tumbled, your heart pounding in your chest. Above, Chloe’s towering form continued her day, completely unaware of your plight.
The ground rushed up to meet you, a hard, unyielding surface that promised nothing but pain. You braced for impact, every muscle in your tiny body tensing as you hurtled toward the floor.
THWAM!
You slammed into the tiles with a bone-jarring force, your body bouncing painfully across the cold, hard surface. Agony exploded through you as something twisted unnaturally in your arm, the joint bending in a way it wasn’t meant to. You tried to scream, but the wind had been knocked out of you, leaving you gasping for air as pain radiated from your battered limbs. Every inch of you ached, and as you struggled to pull yourself up, the enormity of your situation became clear. You had to move. You had to get away before—
But it was too late. A shadow fell over you, darker and more oppressive than anything you had ever experienced. It wasn’t just Chloe’s towering silhouette blocking the light—it was something much closer, much more immediate. You didn’t need to look up to know what it was, but you did anyway, dread twisting your stomach into knots. Above you, descending like the hand of a vengeful god, was the sole of Chloe’s foot.
"C-CHLOE?! CHLOE PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T STEP ON ME! DON’T STEP ON ME! DON’T FUCKING STE—"
BABOOOOM!
The impact was instantaneous, a force of nature that crushed you beneath it. Chloe’s foot slammed into the ground with all the casual power of someone simply taking a step. But for you, it was the end of the world. The tread of her shoe pressed down on your tiny form, flattening you against the cold, unyielding tile. There was no time to react, no time to scream or beg for mercy. The weight was unbearable, an all-encompassing pressure that shattered bones, ruptured organs, and extinguished life in a heartbeat.
CRUNCH!
Your ribcage buckled under the immense weight, sharp splinters of bone piercing through vital organs. Your lungs collapsed, and a sharp pain shot through your abdomen as your internal organs were crushed. The vertebrae in your spine snapped like dry twigs, severing your connection to the rest of your body. Your brain, overwhelmed by the sudden, catastrophic trauma, barely had time to register the horror of what was happening before everything went dark. Your skull gave way with a sickening pop, the delicate tissues inside reduced to nothing more than a smear beneath Chloe’s foot.
But for Chloe, it was nothing. She didn’t feel the minuscule crunch beneath her sole, didn’t notice the insignificant speck that had once been you. She continued her stride without a second thought, her mind focused on whatever task lay ahead. You were less than an insect, less than a stain. You were nothing.
To her, it was just another step. Just another movement in her day. There was no guilt, no remorse, no knowledge that she had ended a life. You were simply beneath her notice, a casualty of her indifference. As her foot lifted away, all that remained of you was a faint, dark smear on the tile—a tiny, insignificant mark that would soon be wiped away, forgotten like a bad dream.
In the end, you were just a bug. Just a stain. Just…nothing.  |
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