You're too bloodied and beaten to be able to put the necessary effort in to break free of this torture. You're one with the bottom of Lois' shoe whether you like it or not and she doesn't even know you exist, just like every other piece of insignificant lint that she's ever stepped on. You can barely even remain conscious as she continues to pummel you under her weight with every step. It only gets worse as she goes down the hard-wooden stairs and then enters the kitchen where the floor is just as solid. You're indented in her sole so much that you're indistinguishable from the rest of it. Lois casually walks over to the kitchen sink and just stands there washing the dishes while you struggle to remain one piece under her shoe.
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