They say that one's life flashes before their eyes when they're about to die. You're supposed to remember the good, forgive the bad, and find a sense of closure before the end. And, to be fair, maybe that is what happens when you fall from a plane or are bleeding out from being shot. But when an unaware giantess is about to plant her rubber boot firmly on you? There simply isn't the time.
The boot pushed you down as Ms. B stepped back. The mud was surprisingly forgiving; the sole was not. It felt like an unstoppable force was trying to make a mud pie out of you. She stood on top of you, casually watering her plants.
She lightly tapped her foot, threatening to knock your teeth out. Even through the thick rubber, you could feel the power contained in her foot. It only took a single step and some unconscious taps to bury you in the soil.
Finished watering, she stepped off and walked away. You spit mud out, and realize the ground is much closer than it was before. Did you shrink? No, that wasn't it. You were simply pushed into the ground all the way up to your neck. The mud had compacted into a sort of tomb, keeping you from moving anything but your head. You are stuck.
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