You slam to the ground heavily and allow the giantess to continue her 'slow pace' around the room.
It doesn't seem as if anything is broken. Good.
Dusting yourself down, you watch your ride depart into the distance, in awe at her power and majesty, her -
She's turning around.
Damn! She wasn't far from the wall when you jumped ship, and now she's heading back up the aisle towards you! You sprint in an all-out dash for life, but can hear her thunderous tread getting closer and closer, each impact wobbling your world just a little.
You briefly consider veering off to take cover under the desks, but the time it would take for you to change course would be enough for her to step smartly forward and crush you. At the moment you seem to be keeping pace with her exactly, but there's no telling how long that can continue for.
Yes, there is, actually. Considering that you are running flat out, and after a hard climb and fall, no less, while she is calmly walking, you tire first. Against your wishes your body folds up into a useless sack on the ground, subsequently ground beneath the giantess' heel as she continues her patrol.
Your life is stomped in an instant, and your lack of attendance will be hardly noted.
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