I didn't come over to chat. I didn't come over to hang out. I came over for one reason only - to feel your pathetic body crunching under my feet while I walk all over you.

See these flip flops? I wore them just for this. Easy to slide off when I want to feel my bare soles against your face, easy to keep on when I want to dig the hard rubber into your ribs. Best of both worlds, sl*ve. You should be grateful I put thought into how I'm going to destroy you.

I step onto your chest first, flip flops still on, feeling you sink beneath me. The sandals leave imprints on your skin, l*ttle reminders of where I've been. I shift my weight side to side, grinding down, listening to you wheeze. Then I kick them off. Now it's just my sweaty bare feet, hot and slick from being trapped in rubber all afternoon, pressing directly onto your face.

You feel that? That sticky warmth smearing across your lips? That's my foot sweat, sl*ve. All mine. All over you.

I walk across your body slow, heel to toe, heel to toe, treating you like my personal floor. Your stomach. Your chest. Your throat. Your face. I balance on one foot, pressing all my weight onto your forehead while my other foot dangles, then I switch. I trample you methodically, deliberately, making sure every inch of you remembers what it feels like to be beneath me.

I stand on your face with both feet now, toes curling against your nose, arches hugging your cheeks. I bounce a l*ttle, just enough to make your skull bounce off the floor. Then I slide my flip flops back on and keep going, the hard soles now crushing you with even more pressure than before.

I came over for this. Nothing else. Just the feeling of you flattening under my feet while I stand tall above you. Now stay still. I'm not done walking yet.

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