It turned out that it was Olivia Wilde. As much as you loved her, You knew that she was a total bitch. "Well. looks like You are now my foot bitch." As she said that, she slammed her feet onto your chest. You looked at her, feet; and you could smell the stench coming off of them. "If you don;t start rubbing, I will invite a few friends over, and if you think that i am bitchy, my friends are even worse, and when we get together, we can do some major damage." You quickly picked up her foot with both hands, and with her free foot, she smashed your face.
"Too late, my friends and I are going to destroy you. We now own you with our feet. Haha." You arrive at her mansion, and when you arrive, you are thrown on the ground. Olivia stands up on your chest, heels digging into your ribs. The smell of her feet still wafting into your nostrils. An even worse smell comes around, and you look up and Olivia says; "I would like you to meet..."
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