You feel your backside hit the floor, and you open your eyes. Right in front of you sit two faded, ratty, life-sized leather boots. Tommy shuffles his feet. The leather toe of one boot crinkles a little. The thick, rope-like laces criss-crossing over the boots' tongues slide slightly with the movement. You look up at Tommy Lee's face, the light behind his head is blinding and makes him look like some glowing, god-like figure. The giant man lifts a hand, slowly gesturing with one finger for you to rise. Unable to see the sadistic smile on Mr Lee's face, you nervously scramble to your feet. No sooner are you standing when the left, monumental boot lifts off the ground and lurches toward you. The stiff toe pounds into your stomach, winding you painfully. You hit the ground. Next, Tommy's boot slams into your back, sliding you metres across the floorboard. You finally catch your breath long enough to cry out in pain, and Tommy laughs like a bratty child torturing a bug. "Man, I love bein' rich and powerful!" His voice booms down at you as he continues his cruel game, kicking your defenseless little body around the room like a toy. You try to throw your arms over the boot's gigantic toe, thinking that he can't kick you if you're attached to his foot. But he simply uses his other colossal boot to scrape you off, and resumes his game.. Eventually, when your stomach feels bruised all over and your lip is split, Tommy decides he's bored of this game. It's time to...
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