Her foot shifts and you role under her heal between the space of the heal and the sandal. You look up. You see the underside of her foot. It was tan with massive canyons that looked like wrinkles and dark smudges that looked like plains of smashed, compacted dirt.
With out warning the young Roman woman started walking again.
Below you see the tan heal drop down and stomp you into the bottom of her leather sandal. Before you can take another breath or realize what just happened the heal was back up where it had started. Now laying flat from the knockout blow you see the sole coming down and it slams into you again, flattening you into the leather again. You scream in terror and pain but are cut off as the tan flesh descended again and slammed into your tiny body. You yell for her to know you are there but the tan heal slams down again. Your cries are drowned out. Nothing happens except for the continued pounding of the tan heal.
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