Then the huge biker drop me from the table to the floor, falling over the dirt and the huge leather boots stomping all around me.
Then a huge black work boot kick me, but instead of being dropped away, the leather attached my little body against the tip of the boot, rigth in front of the toes, as if the boot was covered by a kind of glue. I've tried to look up, but the only thing that I could see was the dirty mechanic overall the giant was wearing, and a huge black with salt and pepper beard. The huge black forearms were uncovered as the giant kept his sleeves rolled up, revealing the dark skin; "a chocolate giant" I thought.
"Hey! Eddie! I think you finally caught something" shooted the biker from the table, the one who drop me to the floor.
The giant black mechanic (Eddie) looked down to his dirty work boots, searching for his prize, and then he found me attached to the warm leather on the tip of the huge boot, trying to escape, but the sticky oil that was covering the boot was too strong for me to get free.
"Oh, what a little thing I have here" said Eddie, and then...
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