You scramble about the topside of Jess' foot, your hope of causing an itch realised.
As you had noticed earlier, she was scratching at such itches with the toes of her other foot, and you just have enough time to turn around and see them incoming before they slam into you, knocking you onto your back before they begin to scratch.
The nails scythe back and forth across you, tearing through your clothes and flesh, sawing through your bones and spraying your blood around liberally. You're screaming fit to burst, but the giantess can hear none of this; all she can sense is the mild irritation that your struggles are causing on her foot. The more you protest, the harder she scratches, until finally you fall still and a flick of her big toe callously tosses your remains to the floor.
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