Trampled Surviving on Short Notice chapter 6 by deleted_user

Rushing through the matted carpet floor, dried food crumbs and bits of dirt scrape against your skin. The air was stale and humid, and it only got worse the closer you were to the boys crowded around Ben's computer.

"Ben throw your grenade!" One of them shouts. He was tall with dark hair, wearing a sports jersey.

"Not yet Luke! I don't wanna waste it!" Ben hissed back, his eyes refusing to move from the screen. As the tension was building, you started to think twice about running into the cold turkey. But it was too late...

You slow your pace, fidgeting in front of you were the gigantic socked feet of all 5 boys. It smelled horrible down here, the moisture from their socks clinging to your skin. Just then, one of the deities above glances down, his eyes locked onto you.

"Gross Ben! Your room's got roaches, dawg!" His face twisting with disgust. You're too small to save yourself from the spark of chaos among the boys. Giant feet stomping in every direction, each trying to be the first to crush you. Trapped in a sauna of sweaty gym socks, it was only a matter of time before one of them finally hit you. Like a truck, a big toe the size of a house crushes your legs flat. Your immense pain is drowned out by your abuser's cheers of victory. Like sharks smelling blood in the water, soon the other pairs of feet join in. Smothered and tortured, it took all of a few minutes for the boys to trample you to death, leaving what remained smeared across the carpet...