You try to get up, but your efforts are futile. You are plastered down to her sandal by her footsweat. You don't bother to try anymore, so you wait for your end. As soon as you feel this, he foot slams down with the pressure of a large house. Needless to say, you are annilated instantly, but Vannessa feels the need to grind your pathetic body further into her shoe. She lifts her sole up to her face, and inspects the red dot located right under the ball of her foot. "Heh, I got him! I hope he suffered. He was a bug, and was crushed like one!" Pleased with herself, she lays down on her bed, and dreams of her, as a giant goddess, crushing everyone. She has already done that, and to her best friend.
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