In Mandy's Sock during Soccer
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
'Oh no...' was all Phil had time to think before Mandy had traversed the distance between him and her soccer cleats, returned, and pulled out the bunched up green socks. They were already dangling over him, and Mandy grinned down gleefully from above. He was suddenly more horrified than ever before; the intensity of what she was proposing to do to him was greater than anything he had ever experienced. If this giant 8-year-old trampled him under her feet during an entire soccer match, he was certain he couldn't survive.
“...please... don't...” he managed to say, putting forth as much effort as he could.
“I have to, or you'll try to get away!” she laughed. Suddenly her right foot plastered his tiny body, and her toes wrapped tightly around his head. He was painfully lifted into the air as Mandy plopped down on her butt. A green sock was slowly pulled over him, as Mandy sang down at him: “Philly Philly looks so sweet, sniffing pretty princess feet!”
Soon the sock was all the way on, and Mandy commenced to put on her other sock and her cleats. Phil quickly found himself in a pitch-black, smelly, sticky, extremely confining prison. He began to cry as Mandy's toes began to painfully wrench at his head - and she hadn't even stood up yet.
“He's sure trapped now,” Michelle commented, with a giggle.
“Yeah, he's like a rock in my shoe,” Mandy laughed, continuing to squeeze and wrench her tiny older cousin's head as hard as she could.
“Hey, I've heard of people keeping things in their shoes for good luck,” Michelle said.
“But he's not really in my shoe, he's in my sock,” Mandy pointed out.
“That's still in your shoe,” Michelle argued.
“Okay then, I'll say he is my good luck charm,” Mandy proclaimed.
She suddenly stood up, putting all her weight on her left foot. She giggled, and slowly lowered her right foot down onto the ground. Her toes were maniacally grinding into his face and head, as she slowly increased the pressure on his body in her shoe. She finally lifted her left foot off the ground, putting her full weight on the tiny boy. He was in so much pain!
...there was so much pain... he could hear her giggling above him...
...Phil lost consciousness, and Mandy's torturous treatment of him, throughout the entire ordeal, was not experienced by the tiny boy:
...He wasn't conscious as Mandy stomped down the hallway and to her mom's car...
...He wasn't conscious to experience Mandy's giant toes grinding his face as hard as they could during the drive to take Michelle home, and then to the soccer match...
...He didn't hear Mandy's mocking laughter from the outside, or feel the horrible crushing weight of her foot crashing down on him countless times as she ran after the soccer ball...
...And he didn't hear who Mandy talked to after the game...
“...please... don't...” he managed to say, putting forth as much effort as he could.
“I have to, or you'll try to get away!” she laughed. Suddenly her right foot plastered his tiny body, and her toes wrapped tightly around his head. He was painfully lifted into the air as Mandy plopped down on her butt. A green sock was slowly pulled over him, as Mandy sang down at him: “Philly Philly looks so sweet, sniffing pretty princess feet!”
Soon the sock was all the way on, and Mandy commenced to put on her other sock and her cleats. Phil quickly found himself in a pitch-black, smelly, sticky, extremely confining prison. He began to cry as Mandy's toes began to painfully wrench at his head - and she hadn't even stood up yet.
“He's sure trapped now,” Michelle commented, with a giggle.
“Yeah, he's like a rock in my shoe,” Mandy laughed, continuing to squeeze and wrench her tiny older cousin's head as hard as she could.
“Hey, I've heard of people keeping things in their shoes for good luck,” Michelle said.
“But he's not really in my shoe, he's in my sock,” Mandy pointed out.
“That's still in your shoe,” Michelle argued.
“Okay then, I'll say he is my good luck charm,” Mandy proclaimed.
She suddenly stood up, putting all her weight on her left foot. She giggled, and slowly lowered her right foot down onto the ground. Her toes were maniacally grinding into his face and head, as she slowly increased the pressure on his body in her shoe. She finally lifted her left foot off the ground, putting her full weight on the tiny boy. He was in so much pain!
...there was so much pain... he could hear her giggling above him...
...Phil lost consciousness, and Mandy's torturous treatment of him, throughout the entire ordeal, was not experienced by the tiny boy:
...He wasn't conscious as Mandy stomped down the hallway and to her mom's car...
...He wasn't conscious to experience Mandy's giant toes grinding his face as hard as they could during the drive to take Michelle home, and then to the soccer match...
...He didn't hear Mandy's mocking laughter from the outside, or feel the horrible crushing weight of her foot crashing down on him countless times as she ran after the soccer ball...
...And he didn't hear who Mandy talked to after the game...
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