This is your chance. Christine wouldn't leave you alone for long. You needed to escape NOW. You look in every direction, but there's no way to go. Your only choice was to jump off the edge of the table. You dashed to the edge. The fall would hurt, most certainly, but it couldn't be worse than being trampled to death right?
Making the jump was harder than you foresaw. It was just so high up! However, everything changed when Christine's footsteps began to thunder in your mind again. She was coming back, so there was no more room for doubt or planning. You leap off the table...and instantly regret it.
The carpet below didn't dampen the impact an ounce. Despite landing on your feet, pain rippled all the way up to your head. You heard a crunch. Surely something was broken.
"What? SERIOUSLY? Another tiny broken on the first day huh?" Christine's angry tone sent chills through every part of your body that you could still feel. She marched to your position and stood directly over you, dropping half pair of her sneakers beside you. "You should know better than to try to escape little shit."
You brace, knowing what was coming, but it was to no avail.
"This should teach you." Before you could blink, Christine smashed her foot down on you, pummeling your helpless body. Bones crunched with every stomp, and she did it again, and again...and again, for what seemed like an eternity, before trapping you with force, and grinding what remained of you along the carpet. By the time she was done, you could feel your body battered and crumpled like a piece of paper.
"Understand now little fuck? I don't give a shit about you. You can't escape. You won't ever be free. All that fucking matters is that you do what I tell you, and you won't get squished like this. Next time, it'll be for good. Now get in." She grabbed you by the head and dropped you into her sneaker. "I'll come and get you whenever I feel like it. " Her fingers push you to the top of the sneakers, where it WREAKED the most.
You feel her place the sneaker down somewhere.
"Don't go anywhere little guy.", you hear, followed by a hysterical laugh and sound of a crashing cabinet door sounded, fading all vision to black. You could tell Christine would probably just tell her friends all about this experience, as if your life was just food for gossip. Maybe it was. It sure felt like it. You were hobbled, in pain, in the dark, alone, in a girl's sneaker, at the mercy of the smell of her feet.
What you didn't realize, was that this was just the beginning.
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