the tip-ta noise was nearing me....this noise made it very clear to me that the owner of this sound was certainly a young gorgeous lady wearing high heel stilettos....
It really took my breath off as this was the first time my dead body (?) was going to be killed by killer heels. As the 5 ft. 10 inch long splendid figure neared our porch, I saw it clearly that it was none other than lady Samantha...a high profile escort lady whom every bachelor of the locality dreamt of for at least an hour but never was able to gather enough money to quench her need. Only Joe was able to have her couple of times, not because he was rich, but because she used to give him discounts keeping in mind his great physique. As she neared the first step...she took a pause staring at the decorations and the dead bodies waiting eagerly to have her shiny red pencil heel stiletto pierce their dead flesh. She took a pause for exactly 5 seconds, inhaling and exhaling the cigarette carelessly with a smirk on her juicy red bright lips. She simply ignored the dead bodies...never bothered about whether they were real or not. She kept on climbing the stairs one after another stepping arrogantly on every dead body with her gorgeous steel heels. And when she reached the final porch and stepped on my head, I felt like this was the moment I was waiting for so long as her one foot was on my neck while the other on my forehead. While her pencil heels where penetrating my flesh, she was the least bothered. She rang the doorbell. Joe opened the door. They had a short unpleasing conversation whose summary was: Joe somehow owed Lady Samantha a couple of grand and she was here to collect the money, but Joe was unable to pay her the promised amount, leaving her annoyed, vexed and exasperated. The door got closed. Inevitably Lady Samantha’s rage and exasperation got channeled out on the inanimate worthless object (that was indeed me) on which she was standing. She stomped her feet deep into the body's throat, leaving me in such a state that my trachea seemed to be damaged permanently. While kicking the dead-head (?) with her other heel. Then she dropped her burning cigarette on the dead-body (me)'s face and stomped with her shoe soles leaving a permanent burnt-mark on my left cheek.
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