Superior Kendra
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
“Thank you Miss Prittey, I’ll teach him his lesson!” Kendra giggled. Her big green eyes were gazing down at the little 3-inch-tall blonde boy, exhausted, lying at the bottom of the tunnel that was her sweaty sock.
“I’m sure you will, Kendra - give him the punishment he deserves,” Ms. Prittey snickered, with a mocking tone toward the tiny, tortured boy. Ms. Prittey was different from normal teachers, she seemed almost too immature. She seemed very susceptible to running with any impulse.
“Oh, and Kendra,” she started, as she began to walk toward the open classroom door, “You can keep him for the rest of the day. I don’t want to deal with these interruptions anymore. Oh and don’t forget to turn out the light and close the door when you leave for recess. ‘Kay?”
“‘Kay, Miss Prittey,” Kendra grinned. As their teacher left, the children could still hear her shoes clacking on the hall floor as she walked out to recess. Kendra’s large green eyes again peered down into the sweaty sock prison, at which the cute little blonde boy was lying at the bottom, his hands still tied together by the knot in the string.
“How’s my sock smell, bug?” she obnoxiously spat down into the sock at him. “Well?” she continued, giggling down at him.
“...Not very good, Kendra...” Phil weakly called back, after pause. He was traumatized already - and now this huge cruel girl he just met was doing something totally belittling and domineering to him. This wasn’t fair.
“I didn’t SAY you could talk to me, BUG!” she spitefully responded. With that, Phil suddenly was being squeezed painfully between sweat-saturated walls of the sock, as Kendra reached down and clenched the sock around him with her hand.
...Phil was suffocating. Kendra’s gross foot sweat was all he could smell, breathe, and taste. It was all over his tiny body - and after 2 minutes she still wouldn’t let go. She mocked him:
“If it smells so bad buggy, why were you bothering my feet earlier? Huh? Huh? Did you think they were pretty? Is it because you like me? Huh? Well I’m too good for a bug. YOU”RE just a bug, and I’m a person, so you have to do what I want. People do what they want with bugs. So if I want you to smell my socks, you have to, bug. Smell my sock, bug! Bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug... ... ...”
Phil, in the midst of his struggling, found it infuriating that she still claimed he had started bothering her feet! He had been trying to get away from this giant girl’s feet, and couldn’t!
What bothered him more though, although it didn’t make much sense, was her mocking about him liking her, and then saying she was too good for him. Had he liked her, he would have been crushed as she thought of him as nothing as a bug. It bothered him to imagine this, although he questioned why it even mattered to him.
He began to fight feelings that he didn’t even have the ‘right’ to like a big pretty girl like her, if he was a bug, and that she actually had the right to do whatever she liked to him.
Finally she released her hold on him. He gasped for air, which all stunk like her feet, and then glanced up in the air just to see her large eyes, and huge grinning face laughing down at him.
“Give up! Just accept your place!” she said. She wanted him to accept the place that had tried to put him in since they had met at the beginning of the day, an insignificant bug at her huge human feet.
“...I’m... (cough)... not a bug... (cough)...” he weakly called, still choking on some of her foot sweat.
“Yes you are!” she replied matter-of-factly, as if he had just claimed that he wasn’t smaller than her. She sounded so sure she was right - he almost believed her. “And I’m very late for recess now, because of you,” she accused, as she lowered him from her face, toward the floor. His view out the top of the sock was lowered below her right knee, and she began to bend down. Kendra’s huge face high above was suddenly obscured, as her foot rose up in the air, and hovered over the opening of the sock...
“I’m sure you will, Kendra - give him the punishment he deserves,” Ms. Prittey snickered, with a mocking tone toward the tiny, tortured boy. Ms. Prittey was different from normal teachers, she seemed almost too immature. She seemed very susceptible to running with any impulse.
“Oh, and Kendra,” she started, as she began to walk toward the open classroom door, “You can keep him for the rest of the day. I don’t want to deal with these interruptions anymore. Oh and don’t forget to turn out the light and close the door when you leave for recess. ‘Kay?”
“‘Kay, Miss Prittey,” Kendra grinned. As their teacher left, the children could still hear her shoes clacking on the hall floor as she walked out to recess. Kendra’s large green eyes again peered down into the sweaty sock prison, at which the cute little blonde boy was lying at the bottom, his hands still tied together by the knot in the string.
“How’s my sock smell, bug?” she obnoxiously spat down into the sock at him. “Well?” she continued, giggling down at him.
“...Not very good, Kendra...” Phil weakly called back, after pause. He was traumatized already - and now this huge cruel girl he just met was doing something totally belittling and domineering to him. This wasn’t fair.
“I didn’t SAY you could talk to me, BUG!” she spitefully responded. With that, Phil suddenly was being squeezed painfully between sweat-saturated walls of the sock, as Kendra reached down and clenched the sock around him with her hand.
...Phil was suffocating. Kendra’s gross foot sweat was all he could smell, breathe, and taste. It was all over his tiny body - and after 2 minutes she still wouldn’t let go. She mocked him:
“If it smells so bad buggy, why were you bothering my feet earlier? Huh? Huh? Did you think they were pretty? Is it because you like me? Huh? Well I’m too good for a bug. YOU”RE just a bug, and I’m a person, so you have to do what I want. People do what they want with bugs. So if I want you to smell my socks, you have to, bug. Smell my sock, bug! Bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug, bug... ... ...”
Phil, in the midst of his struggling, found it infuriating that she still claimed he had started bothering her feet! He had been trying to get away from this giant girl’s feet, and couldn’t!
What bothered him more though, although it didn’t make much sense, was her mocking about him liking her, and then saying she was too good for him. Had he liked her, he would have been crushed as she thought of him as nothing as a bug. It bothered him to imagine this, although he questioned why it even mattered to him.
He began to fight feelings that he didn’t even have the ‘right’ to like a big pretty girl like her, if he was a bug, and that she actually had the right to do whatever she liked to him.
Finally she released her hold on him. He gasped for air, which all stunk like her feet, and then glanced up in the air just to see her large eyes, and huge grinning face laughing down at him.
“Give up! Just accept your place!” she said. She wanted him to accept the place that had tried to put him in since they had met at the beginning of the day, an insignificant bug at her huge human feet.
“...I’m... (cough)... not a bug... (cough)...” he weakly called, still choking on some of her foot sweat.
“Yes you are!” she replied matter-of-factly, as if he had just claimed that he wasn’t smaller than her. She sounded so sure she was right - he almost believed her. “And I’m very late for recess now, because of you,” she accused, as she lowered him from her face, toward the floor. His view out the top of the sock was lowered below her right knee, and she began to bend down. Kendra’s huge face high above was suddenly obscured, as her foot rose up in the air, and hovered over the opening of the sock...
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