Chapter #7A fatal mistake by: Tisch  Without a bit of hesitation, Jack made a break for the door. What he didn't take into consideration, unfortunately, was the very little time he had remaining until the class finished. Not long after Jack began his sprint, the professor called for class dismissal, and the students behind him began shuffling their things in preparation to leave. As he was running, Jack heard Grace wonder to herself in confusion. Then, the most chilling whisper he had ever heard rang in his ears. "Oh, you little runt. You think you got away? I see you." Following that thought, Jack heard someone, most definitely Grace, aggressively pack up their items and stand up, throwing their bag over their shoulder. He was only halfway to the door and freedom when there were giant thumps coming from behind him.
Jack looked over his shoulder as he ran, and discovered a look of indifference on the giant behind him: his former captor Grace. In conjunction with her already domineering look, her approach onto Jack nearly broke him in and of itself. It was unfortunate that it didn't, however, as Jack would meet a far worse end.
Jack was horrified as he felt himself begin forcefully lifted off the ground and smashed into a balled fist. He knew right away who it belonged to and had a hunch that this would be the final time he walked a free man. Being trapped in total darkness with a crushing pressure coming in on him from all sides, Jack could hardly focus on the fact that he was swaying a good ways up in the air. He wanted to scream and yell out for help, but chose not to knowing that would only make things worse for him. Regardless, he was squished repeatedly as Grace walked, her squeezing Jack every few steps she took. When she finally found a good place to deal with him, Grace threw Jack on the ground and looked down on him. Jack grimaced through his pain and soreness and looked back at the giant girl. Her dark attire, pale skin, and dark hair and lips frightened him. Her demeanor made things ten times worse. Then she spoke.
"I was hoping for you to be a good boy and behave, but I'm not totally surprised that you tried to escape. That was a very silly move on your part, Jack. You and I could have had such a wonderful time together with you as my pet. Alas, I can't trust you enough now and I have to do what I have to do." Jack threw his hands up in the air and began begging. "Wait, Grace! I beg of you, I'll be your pet! Please don't do anything to me! I-I promise, I'll do anything you want me to!" Grace deviously laughed. "What a convenient time for you to submit. I don't know whether I find you more pitiful or downright pathetic. It's too late now, though. You've made your choice and I've prepared my response. I'm sure I'll find someone like you again, even if you were to be more special than them. Goodbye, Jack." Grace lifted her large, black boot above him and hovered it, in part to strike fear into her victim and out of enjoyment of teasing him. Jack made one final plea to change her mind, but it fell on deaf ears.
*SPLAT*
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After slamming her boot down on top of the poor bug, Grace lifted it up to see what she had done. There, stuck to the bottom of her boot, was the motionless, mangled body of Jack. Grace laughed, but with a sorrowful tone. "It's really too bad you had to be such a weasel, Jack," the goth spoke to herself. "I really did like you. But hey, now I have a cool boot accessory." She then set her foot back down on the ground and twisted it on the pavement. A squelching noise came from below, and that confirmed that Jack was perfectly plastered on the bottom of the black boot. Grace would go about her business the rest of the time she was in college with Jack permanently fixed under her boot...
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