With that snide remark, Brent lifts one of his huge, tattered boots above your head and looks down into your pleading eyes one more time.
Then he lowers his foot, quickly, coldly, and the dirty flat sole of his boot pins you awkwardly to the ground, your legs stretched with your knees close to your face.
You feel your left shoulder blade break under the pressure and your body seems to be on fire with pain. Then the boot, which feels like hot, scratched road tar, squashes your cheeks together nearly comically, your skull feels like it's bending under the pressure and..
*CRUNCH!*
Within a split second Brent has crushed out the sorry little pussy like a cigarett butt under his big, manly boot and practically forgotten you'd ever existed. He wipes his boot on the carpet and strolls out the door again, looking forward to going back to his apartment, getting high and fucking his girlfriend and her friends tonight.
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