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Honey, I'm Done Pt.III

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I was flattened to the floor as Andrew’s two sweaty feet slammed down on top of me. The sudden impact crushed all the air out of me as I was lifted bodily off the wooden floor and remained stuck along the underside of the Giant’s sweaty, warm feet. With each step, I was grinded firmly into the soft meaty sole of Andrew’s size 14 feet. The smell was impeccable and as I finally caught my breath, he would slam his foot down hard. Within just a few steps, the giant’s right foot lifted up and I looked down to see the ceramic tile flooring of the kitchen meet my fate. “Aaahh! Nooooo!” I cried before I was crushed into the hard cold flooring. As the giant walked about in the kitchen, he would pivot on his feet as he spun around to walk back over to the marble countertop where he prepared his meal. I could hear the faint humming of the mysterious giant singing to the lyrics of whatever music was playing. However, the giant took great delight in tapping his foot to every beat of the song, crushing me every time. Whenever the chorus occurred, an ensemble of continuous fast beats and stomps of the foot crushed the daylights out of me.

“Mmmm… it feels good and relaxing to have the home to myself,” as Andrew continued getting off to the music.

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