You saw Talia had earphones in, so screaming to her wasn't an option. You would've jumped in her book bag, but the opening was too high up. The only reasonable option left was to jump off the seat, so you did. The seat wasn't that far away from the floor of the bus, so you didn't squish to it. The bus lurched forward as soon as you landed and you rolled back under a couple of seats, stopping when you slammed into a familiar black boot.
The gothic girl looked down to see what hit her boot, and saw you there, lying at her feet.
"Oh?" she said smiling with an eyebrow raised.
You looked up and saw her. She had black pigtails with the ends died blue, a very pale face, black eyeshadow, black lipstick, and a black choker necklace. You actually found most goths unattractive, but this one was definitely different. She also wore a black band shirt, black fingerless gloves, and black skinny jeans that displayed her curves perfectly.
She leaned forward and put her hands on the edge of her seat, still eyeing you with a sexy smirk. She raised her boot over you and stepped down, twisting it on top of you slowly. You wanted to scream out in pain, but you were flat as paper and still under her boot.
"I haven't played with one of you squishy guys in a while."
She continued to crush your body under her black boots for the remainder of the bus ride, grinding you into the floor of the bus for almost 20 minutes. As the bus neared the school, she took her foot off of you and moved it to your right. You started reforming but as soon as you got close she slammed her bare foot on your upper body, crushing the air out of your lungs. Her foot landed so your head was between her big and second toes, so when you breathed in, you got a big ole whiff of gothic feet. She twisted her foot on top of you again, this time grinding you into her milk white sole. When she lifted her foot again, you came with it, and she lowered it down back into her tall black boot. The bus came to a stop just as she finished buckling the last buckle on her boot, and she stood up with her book bag, waiting to exit the school bus.
She used you as an insole for the rest of the school day, and without socks, too. Somehow, her foot didn't smell that terrible, and you quickly got used to the pain of being repeatedly stepped on. Most of the time she was sitting down at a desk, so you only had to deal with the smell and whenever she decided to squeeze your head between her toes. Every once in a while she'd give you a good stomp just to feel you squirm.
After several hours of being trampled, squeezed, and stomped on, the school day came to an end, and the colossal goth decided that she should...
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