6 minutes 14 seconds

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(Filmed meticulously to the below script with improv mixed throughout.)

The premise is that I’m a tiny that you found the other day and have just been toying with and teasing since, and you’ve decided to finish me off.

It would start with you moving in to frame, standing over me with your hands on your hips and telling me, “Well, I don’t keep bugs around very long, so it’s time to get rid of you. Don’t worry, I’ll make it hurt plenty, I want to squeeze a l*ttle more fun out of you before I turn you into a stain.”

Then you’d talk about how much fun you had teasing me for the last day or so, kicking me around, making me l*ck your feet, putting a string around my neck to yank me around with and ch*ke me, cutting me with your nails, making me in your sweaty sneakers, really anything you can think of to add on or ad lib here.

You’d then tell me that you know I’m scared, but you’re going to take away the temptation to escape my fate. You’d say something like, “You won’t really need arms or legs anymore, not for what I have planned.” And then you’d take your time and crush each limb, stepping around the camera and talking about how my tiny bones crunch like pretzel sticks under your foot, maybe making a show of using your bare heel to crush one, and your big toe to do another, that sort of thing. You’d also say something about how I never look cuter than when I’m s*ffering, and then you stand over me and tell me you’re going to go get your camera to take a picture of my limbless torso, as “something to remember me by”

You pretend to go get a phone or a camera, something to take a picture with, then take the picture and look at it, before looking back down at me and telling me, “I’ll take a picture of what’s left of you afterwards too, sort of a before and after. I bet you’ll look even better as a splatter on the floor.”

You’d smile and laugh, and then hover your foot over me and tell me, “Take deep breaths. I want to know that when you go your lungs are full of my sweaty feet.”

Then you’d tell me to kiss your feet goodbye, and when you’re about to stomp down on the camera, you stop and tell me that you want me to l*ck your feet first.

Then you tell me it’s funny, you’re my executioner, and your foot is the axe, and you’re making me l*ck the axe.

A l*ttle laugh to yourself and then you say something like, “Well, now I want to hear you say thank you. Yes, I want you to thank me for finishing you. What could be more pathetic? You l*ck the foot thats going end to your life and and thank the woman wielding it for doing so!”

Then you’d laugh, squat down to the camera and say, “You’re welcome.” And then you’d stand back up and step down on me for the finish.

POV, Foot Crush

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