You were in the college library working on homework with your friend Madyson. She was a beautiful petite girl with long dirty blonde hair, green eyes, slender fingers and toes, all painted the same turquoise color.
You couldn’t help hearing the constant toe flicking, sandal leather groaning, and almost imperceptible tiny squeaking coming from beneath the table. Madyson was a chipper and playful girl. She especially couldn’t keep her slender feet still, which was unfortunate for the pitiful tiny that was being mercilessly squeezed and bent between her chipped and reddened toes, screaming in constant agony knowing no one could hear him.
Madyson has won the tiny lottery 2 days ago, and when she read his criminal profile, she learned he had been convicted of raping and murdering 12 women. She was a bit of a feminist, and thus was more than happy to show the scumbag directly to his new home at the bottom of her cold and restless feet. He was currently wearing only a leather collar, tied to a 2 inch leash, which was currently tied to the toe thong of her brown very well worn leather flip flops.
Madyson announced she needed to go ask her friend in another study room a question about her homework, and promptly padded barefoot out of the room on the thin carpet.
Suddenly, you were overcome with a wave of intense dizziness, and found the floor rapidly approaching. In an instant, you were an inch tall on the library floor, on your hands and knees, staring at the front of the ratty leather flip flop. From this perspective, it became disgustingly apparent how much grime and wear had accumulated on this poor overused shoe. You’d have to inform Madyson to fork out the cash for some new sandals once she got you to the hospital.
But as you were regaining your senses, you suddenly felt a muscular arm wrap tightly around your neck.
“GET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING RESTRAINTS RIGHT NOW!!”
The shrunken con had gotten you into an unbreakable hold and felt like he could snap your spinal cord at any moment. Desperate to save yourself, you quickly and nervously undid the lock on his collar which he preciously couldn’t reach due to the shackles on his hands and ankles. I undid his other restraints as ordered. He then put the shackles onto me and finally released his hold, allowing me to suck in precious air.
I thought he would finally leave, allowing me to wait for Madyson’s help. But then i suddenly felt a heavy collar snap shut around my neck.
“Wha- wait!! Why?? You could’ve just left!!”
“I’m sorry man. If she notices I’m gone she’ll search for me. And i can’t risk going back to that hell. I didn’t even do what they say i did! I don’t deserve this! I’m sorry. Good luck!”
And with that he hopped off the tattered flip flop and ran off towards the door to the study room. No matter how much I screamed and begged he wouldn’t stop. And the reality of what was to come slowly started to set in.
An instant before the tiny con could crawl under the door it swung open outward, the massive gust sending the tiny guy flying into the hallway. He tumbled uncontrollably into the room across the hallway, where he landed in a bag of ultra spicy Doritos, which was immediately swiped off the floor by a Latina girl who had been too distracted with her studies to notice anything was amiss.
Before you could even think about what had transpired, you saw the gigantic foot of Madyson flying through the doorway, pummeling the ground towards your position menacingly. Her earlier soft seeming steps were now noticeably rippling the skin, fat, and muscles of her massive foot. Her bony toes were digging into the floor at unnatural seeming angles as they bore her weight. The horrible foot was coming for you, and there was nothing you could do about it.
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