You can only fearfully look up at the towering psychopath as Jinx gives you a large toothy grin as she prods your stomach with her foul smelling foot.
“Gotta be honest Toy,” Jinx says as she raises her bare foot over you, giggling as she sees you visibly pale at the shadow cast over you, “You felt really good to step on even with my boots, so I gotta see what you feel like being squished flat against my bare foot!”
“N-no, WAI-“ Your begs of mercy we’re ignored and literally stomped out as Jinx’ foot fell upon you. The light sheen of sweat and grime that it had accumulated quickly finding home covering you as you felt your body compress down flat against the dirt and Jinx’ filthy foot.
Only last time all it took was a single stomp to reduce you to paper, now that Jinx knew that she could squash you as much as she wanted, she began to grind the ball of her foot into the dirt, pressing you further against the the ground and flattening you further.
With another twist of her heel, Jinx lifted her foot briefly before falling down onto you once more. And again, and again.
‘Why Jinx…’ You cried to yourself as you were forced to endure what felt like hours of stomping. Sometimes being left behind on the ground, but most often being left plastered to the ball of Jinx’ foot.
Soon enough it seemed that Jinx had her fun and you felt the foot you were stuck to lift higher than it had before.
“PHFFFF HAHAHAHA!” Jinx’ laugh filled your ears as she saw your completely flattened body stuck to her sweaty and dirty foot like a sticker before her fingers dug against your back as she peeled you off.
For the first time in forever your sense of smell and taste weren’t being overtaken by Jinx’ foot, but it did little to comfort you as Jinx laughed harder as she held you in front of her face.
Your face was frozen look of terror, with the only sign that you weren’t simply a piece of paper being your frantically moving eyes.
“Gotta say Toy,” Jinx laughed, “I think I like you way more when you’re all flat like this.” As Jinx said that however she noticed your body slowly, but certainly begin to reinflate. Frowning lightly she clapped you between her hands, quickly putting you back to square one in terms of reforming.
“Stop trying to pop back into shape!” She demanded, though you couldn’t control your reformation process even if you wanted.
Grinning down at you in her palm, more ideas on what Jinx could do with her new plaything flew through her head a million miles an hour.
“I wonder…” She thought aloud, as you tried to shiver at what twisted ideas Jinx might be thinking of…
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