The clothes were filthy. Jack's football Jersey (number 14), some socks that haven't been washed since the dawn of time, and a pair of his boxers which looked like they had some sort of dried cum...GROSS. But at least here Jack couldn't find you....right?
"FEE FI FO FUM!" he boomed. He always acted like he was a giant....and now that he really was, things were getting really scary for you. As Jack flipped over some books, looked behind the bed, and opened a few drawers, you were certain he couldn't find you! Until....
The boom of his footsteps came close to you, and before you could even respond, he pulled over the boxers you were next to. "MUAHAHAHA! Thought you could escape me you tiny peasant?" he grabs you and squeezes you tightly in his palm. You remembered when he would tease you about being shorter for your age, and how if you were ant sized, he'd crush you....but now that you almost were, would he?
The answer came sooner then expected. He dropped you on the ground with a THUD. Then, his foot casted a shadow over you as it was lifted into the air. "You are nothing but an ant! And I crush little ants like you..." he said, lowering his foot in almost slow motion. "JACK! STOP! I'm your brother!!!! Dont do this!!!" but he didn't care. Jack pressed his sole onto your body, and pressed. Sinking you deeper and deeper into the flesh until....
*SQUISH*
"HAHAHAHAHA!" Jack laughed meniachly as he lifted up his soles, where only a red speck was left on his foot.
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