Miss Montana sidles up to you, looking down at your tiny body as you helplessly stand to face her. "Don't be sorry!" you spill, "This has always been one of my fantasies! Being so small with a giantess. This is great. Don't be sorry for this now!" You walk around, taking in the scale of the world from your new position.
Overhead a sigh cuts the air, "That's not why I'm sorry Scott." You stop your exploration. With your back to her at the moment you feel a foot push from the floor, "I can't have you around. The risks. This is the best way." A shadow moves over your body, and you turn in time to see Rebekah's face eclipsed by the toe of her shoe. You struggle and run, but step for step she moves ahead of you, trapping you. No matter how quickly you could move, with one motion she could turn you right back around, and soon you are trapped on the tile between her left and right soles. "Goodbye," she whispers and raises her right shoe over you. The toe descends onto your body which flattens under the pressure. Bones crack and blood seeps with the tears.
Montana takes a tissue from her pocket and wipes her shoe and the floor clean of your remains and discards them in a nearby bin. She looks to the clock on the wall.
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