David's heart pounded as he formulated his plan. The only way to avoid being crushed was to climb up Melissa's sandal and get her attention. With a deep breath, he sprinted towards the towering heel, each step making the ground quake beneath him.
Climbing the leather strap was like scaling a mountain. He dug his fingers into the tiny crevices and hoisted himself up, straining against the weight of his own body. The air was thick with the scent of leather and Melissa's sweat, making his head spin. But he couldn't stop now. He reached the top of her sandal, finding a momentary respite.
He looked up at the colossal figure of Melissa. She was completely unaware of his presence, her face scrunched in discomfort as her stomach growled audibly. David's window of opportunity was closing fast; he had to get her attention before she left the stall.
With all his strength, David leaped from the sandal strap to Melissa's bare heel. The skin was warm and slightly damp, and he clung on for dear life as she shifted her weight. His tiny fingers dug into her skin, but the movement was too much. She took a step forward, and David lost his grip, tumbling downwards.
THOOM!
Melissa shifted her foot, unaware of the tiny figure falling under her sole. David landed hard on the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He lay there, dazed, as the shadow of her heel loomed overhead.
BABOOOOOM!
The colossal foot came down, pinning him beneath it. David felt a sharp pain shoot through his body as the pressure increased. He was trapped, the weight of her heel pressing him into the ground. His vision blurred, but he fought to stay conscious, knowing that he had to survive.
Above him, Melissa sighed in relief as she finally settled onto the toilet seat. The sound of her urinating echoed through the small space, but to David, it was a distant noise compared to the agony he was experiencing. The air was heavy with the smell of urine and the humid heat of the enclosed stall.
Gathering his remaining strength, David pushed against the sole of Melissa's sandal. The rough texture bit into his skin, but he managed to create a small pocket of space. He inched his way up, climbing along the side of her foot, desperate to reach a place where he could be seen.
Finally, he reached her heel again, clinging to the edge. He looked up, seeing the curve of her ankle and the calf muscle flexing as she shifted her weight. This was his chance. If he could just climb a bit higher, maybe he could make it to the top of her foot and wave his arms to get her attention.
But as Melissa finished and began to stand up, the sudden movement threw David off balance. He lost his grip and fell again, this time landing directly under the arch of her foot.
THWOOOM!
Melissa's foot came down with a finality that left David no room to escape. The weight was unbearable, pressing the air out of his lungs. He felt his bones creak and his vision went dark around the edges. This was it; he was going to be crushed underfoot without her ever knowing he existed.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Melissa lifted her foot slightly, shifting her weight to leave the stall. The brief reprieve allowed David to gasp for air, but he knew he had to act quickly. Summoning every ounce of strength left in his battered body, he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding being flattened as she stepped away.
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