This was a literal hell for you. From the heat, the movement, this situation... You didn't know Taylor could be this mean, but what do you expect from someone who makes songs about all of her ex boyfriends? You never pegged her for being a man hater.
You couldn't move much with how tucked away you were. The only good thing here is that you aren't near her asshole. You couldn't even try to enjoy the music with all the moving, lights, and screaming fan girls.
It was a long time before you felt her moving and talking to someone. Then there was light, and a lot of shaking. She must be changing her outfit. Now's your chance. You move in tandem with her ass shake. And the fact she's bent over gave you that much room that you slipped free.
You free fall onto the hard floor with a thud.
"That...hurts..." You said, getting up just as Taylor's foot lands next to you. You look up at the half naked singer to see she's still changing. It won't be long before she finds out you're gone. So you bolt away from her.
Taylor's smile couldn't be any wider. Not only did she get to entertain her fans, but she felt every single squirm you made as she was singing. Who knew a shrunken loser would feel good back there. Now she just needs to get two more for her feet. She needs something to support her arches on such hard metal.
Speaking of you, she hasn't felt anything or heard muffled screaming from you. Did you get lodged in her ass? No, she would have definitely felt that. But that gives her an idea for later... Not that she cares, but maybe she should see if you're even still alive down there.
"Hey, pipsqueak. Still breathing back there?"
She waited for a few seconds, but there was no response. Not even a kick.
"I'm talking to you." She said, in a mix of annoyance and anger. "You're still alive, right?"
Still nothing.
"Great... Now I have to find another loser to shrink... Why can't none of you last for more than one song?" She huffed. She reached for her butt to grab your body, but you weren't there. She quickly turned around to the mirror to see that nothing besides her underwear was in her crack.
You weren't dead, you escaped!
Taylor whipped her head around in anger. Then a smile formed on her face. The only way out of here is off stage. You couldn't open any doors and none of the stage hands would help. Oh, she's going to have fun with this.
You were looking down from the stage to ground. It was a far drop. Even if you survive, you need to get someone's attention. Not like that's hard, there's a sea of women, young to middle age, to choose from. It's just hoping that they are nice to you.
Just as you were about to leap, the lights dimmed and the crowed came to life. You had to cover your ear to prevent them from bursting as the spot lights shined on Swift. She was in a black dress that shined when lights hit her, and she was barefoot. Which was odd, but didn't stop the fans from cheering.
"Come on. I know y'all can do better than that. I want to hear you blow the roof off this place!"
And like the rabid fans they are, they listened to Swift and screamed even louder.
"Christ, someone like this shouldn't be in a leadership role. Ever." You said, as Taylor starts singing, but it wasn't one of her songs. No. It was another song most jaded, heartbroken women would listen too.
"...One of these day these boots are gonna walk over you."
Ironic since she's not wearing boots and barefoot on the stage. And what's worst is the sea of fans are loving this cover she's doing. You need to get off stage before she gets any ideas.
Well, that ship has already sail as Taylor stepped right near the edge of the stage. You had to jump to the side before you were flattened underneath it. You only saw it for a moment, but she looked at you from the corner of her eye before looking back towards the crowd.
You saw her foot rise above you again as she moved across the stage. You quickly moved out of the way, only to be meet her other foot that blocked your path. Then she lifted that one up over you as well, and again, you moved out the way. If it wasn't apparent before, it was now. You have to get away from her if you don't want your death to be unknowing recorded on millions of people's phones.
To Taylor, she was having the time of her life. She knew this last minute change was worth it. She glance down every now and then to see you scramble from her massive feet. She's not worried about talking her way out of copyright. A few hundred dollars in the right hands and it's like this never happened. Now, she just had to deal with the little dummy at her feet. If you manage to live, then she can easily grab your tired body from entertaining her and her fans. If not, then she can just as easily get another loser to be her toy. Oh. Maybe she can make a song out of you if she crushed you.
This was worst than being stuck in her butt. Dodging her feet wasn't easy with how quick she was, or as how much surface area her foot covered. If she wasn't treating you badly, you'd might like being at her feet as they looked cute. And the worst part of this? You had to do it all over again when her fans shouted for an encore. You can't do this a second time. You didn't have the energy for it.
And Taylor knew it as she saw you not moving. She was getting closer to the infamous line. What better way to end a no body as yourself?
It was now or never. You had to take the get off this stage, or be crushed by Taylor. You know she won't hold back after you escaped. You got to your feet and ran to the edge and prepared to jump just as Taylor's foot was over you...
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