


No quick stomping today. You’re not getting off that easy! No, no no you are not. Today I’ll be tying you down and hovering my stinky foot over you. I’ll lift my foot high, you’ll wince and prepare for impact and I’ll being my foot down quickly, stoping right before I stomp you. I won’t lift it back up though, I’ll keep it an inch above you, wiggling my toes so you can take in all of the stink. You’ll be miserable, hoping that I’ll lift my foot back up. But I won’t. I’ll just keep wiggling my toes, making you take in the days stink. Then, right when you look like you can’t take anymore, I’ll lift it. You’ll be beyond relieved, finally able to breathe clean air. And I’ll let you think you’re done. But of course you’re not. I’ll switch to my other foot, giving you some fresh stink as you try to break loose of the tape. But of course you won’t break loose. You’re a pathetic, tiny man that can be held down by a tiny little piece of scotch tape and you aren’t going anywhere. You have to breathe in my potent, vinegar scented soles for as long as I want. Because that’s your job. Your sole purpose. Doing whatever I want. Lucky you.