It happened in slow motion. Blake screamed and waved, trying to catch her attention, but his efforts were in vain. Blake's view darkened as her sneaker descended upon him. Blake was knocked onto his stomach, and then he felt a pressure, heavy at first. It intensified greatly, growing more and more unbearable by the second. Blake was compressed with a force that crushed him, that threatened to squeeze his organs out of his skin, a force which made it impossible to even think, a force that melded Blake to her shoe. There was a moment's pause, then Blake was subjected to the force of her body weight again. Pressed so hard that his bones should have shattered, squeezed so hard that his heart should have burst. So the cycle of torment continued endlessly as she walked, stood, ran, danced. 

Finally, the pressure ceased, because...