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Honey I'm Gone Pt. IV

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Every step the Giant took, I would become more embedded into the sweaty sole. I could not scream or yell out for help because my lungs were practically exhausted. I hoped that this Hell would end sometime soon, but every painstaking stomp crushed all my hopes. Carpet, and more carpet, I was pummeled hard into the floor and soon my back gave out when I laid flat against the cool wooden floor. The Giant pivoted on his foot, grinding me hard into the solid surface. I felt my insides wanting to burst, but it ceased as Tim lifted his foot and I was pried off his putrid, smelling foot, lying motionlessly on the wooden floor.

“I wonder where that little runt headed off to? Hope David and I didn’t crush him to death,” thought Tim. He walked over to the glass sliding door that led out to the verandah. I felt every thundering earthquake shudder through the floor. I only hoped that I could muster some energy and strength to escape this hellish prison. I could only smell the lingering stench of Tim’s sweaty, unwashed feet as I was smothered in the masses. All I envisioned as I laid on the floor was my prominent death, flashing before my eyes as the Giant had constantly slammed his sole hard upon me and walking around with my broken self.

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