Spike's sweaty dirty sole begins to lower upon you. you run as fast as you can But not isnt nearly fast enough, he was merely toying with you as his sole pins you to the ground, it wasn't a matter of if, but of when. He was going to squash you, and you were going to die, there's nothing that could save you now
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