A car door opened and closed. Footsteps crunched on the gravel, moving towards him, and he heard a gasp.
“It’s wonderful!” Angie said aloud. “How did he manage all this in one day?”
Jack didn’t dare turn his head to look at her. He had to stay absolutely still.
She walked up the porch steps and stepped hesitantly towards him. It took her a moment to realize that she was supposed to step on him like a doormat, but once she did she placed both feet on his chest with a little laugh.
It hurt. He was surprised. All the times he had thought about doing this, dreamed of what it would feel like, he hadn’t expected it to hurt so much. Her short heels dug into him, the entire weight of her body pressing down on two little points.
She dug around in her purse, muttering about keys, and he began to panic. People were supposed to step on him on their way into the house. He hadn’t expected anyone to actually stand on him like Angie was.
She rummaged around in the bag, apparently unable to find the key to the front door, and stomped her foot in frustration. Her heel came down hard on his chest and it took all his self control not to gasp and roll away. Black spots swam in front of his eyes as the pain registered. This was not what he had planned for.
She stepped off of him and trotted back to her car. He inhaled deeply and realized that this was not the experience he had wanted. He had to get away now, before the party started and it was too late.
Angie returned and he heard the jangle of keys. She must have left them in her car. This time she did not hesitate before stepping on him, grinding her shoes into his body. “So realistic.” She murmured to herself and did a little bounce onto of him. She bent over to unlock the door, but fumbled with the keys in her hand. They fell to the ground by his head, clanging next to his ear.
She swore and hopped off of him to grab the keys. He waited impatiently. As soon as she went inside he could run back to his car and leave. This had been a mistake. He wasn’t ready for something this extreme.
Angie snatched the keys up from the ground and turned around to step on him. She stepped on his forehead, slamming the back of his head into the ground. Blackness creeped in from the sides of his vision and pain zinged through his skull as he slipped into unconsciousness.
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