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Chapter #22
Scotty, the human doormat
by: Unknown
You try to run as you see the filthy chuck taylor move towards you, but it is no use. The huge rubber sole fills your line of vision and hovers above you for a moment, exposing all the carnage. Every square inch seems to be plastered with flattened insects and guts. Malcolm had taken countless fragile lives during their time at the park. You were blown away by how many lives the 11 year old took in such a short time frame, but before you can think anymore, the sole comes down on you, like you were just another bug. Only difference is that this time, Malcolm wasn't aware of your presence under his shoe.
You are pinned between the filthy carpet and the sloppy, wet soles of Malcolm's shoe. Insect guts were force fed to you as Malcolm playfully moves his foot backwards and forwards. The beaten and smashed insects rubbed off on you, but that wasn't all. Mud, grass clippings, and everything else found at the park was rubbing off on your body. Malcolm had literally made you into his own personal doormat. The worn rubber grips of his shoes acted like sandpaper on your delicate skin. You could here him humming to himself and playing on his PSP, completely unaware that he was totally dominating you.
Eventually Malcolm moves his foot again, and you sit up and cough up loads of garbage that he had forced down your throat when he pinned you down.
Suddenly, Malcolm's dad has to slam on the breaks. You tumble forward quickly, and roll under the next row of seats. You find yourself between the feet of...
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