More talking in the Waiting Area
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
hieverysomeone
"Piss off Malfoy" Ron said with a snarl "You weren't even in the compartment". You still quiver under Draco's stare. The blonde merely looked at Ron, "Are you sure about that, why don't you ask your footstool?" He said. Ron had a confused look as it trained his eyes on you curiously. With a sigh you say, "Draco came in while you guys were sleeping, and started putting your feet on my face, and smearing your sweat on me.." You look up and see that Ron was appalled with what you just said. Not wanting to lose a friend, you said "But it's fine, I have no problem with feet at all, and I didn't even feel humiliated!" It was a lie and you knew it but this friendship was too precious for you to lose. As soon as you said this, Draco grinned maniacally, and Ron looked contemplative. "See Weasley, he likes it" Malfoy said, "Watch" He said before he pushed you to the floor. As you were panicking, wondering what was happening, he took off his shoe leaving only his foot and his drenched socks. He looks down on you again, as if you were filth between his toes, then his large foot takes up your view. Draco steps hard on your face, his meaty foot easily dwarfs your face, as it was almost double its size. He smushes your cheeks, nose and eyes like he was grinding an insect beneath his shoes. Up above you hear him tell Ron, "He is nothing but an insignificant plaything for our feet's desires, and should be treated as such". You try and speak, but your voice is muffled by Draco big foot. He feels a vibration at his foot, and looks down at you. "Sorry did you say something?" He asks kindly, surprised you answer, "Yeah I said —" you were interrupted by Draco stomping his enormous foot on your face, shutting you up, and possibly breaking your nose. " That's what I thought" he sneered. In retaliation, you try lifting his foot off of your face with both of your arms, but they don't even budge a little bit. You use all of your might, but his foot keeps grinding your face into the floor with no effort. "Are you so pathetic that you can't even lift my foot from your face?" Draco taunted, "I wasn't even putting effort, let's see what happens when I do." The pressure on your face increased a tenfold. You felt excruciating pain and bones cracking and creaking under the weight of his mighty foot. You slowly felt your face be flattened like a pancake. His foot engulfed the entirety of your face, leaving no space for you to breathe or even cry, you rightly assumed that with both of his feet, he could probably encompass your head completely. Thick foot sweat was smeared onto your puny face. You panick, thinking that you were going to die underneath Draco Malfoy's meaty foot from either suffocation, or from your head getting crushed. By the grace of god, the foot was lifted off of your face, but still positioned above you, ready to crush you like an ant again. "If you don't want to happen again, get on your hands and knees" Draco said. You hesitate, "Now!!" He said and stomped your face again, shattering your cheek bones and cracking your skull. You quickly get onto your hands and knees and look up at his face, he is looking at you like one would look at a dead squirrel stuck to their boot. When he realizes that you are looking at him in the eye, his face contorts into one of anger. Before you can register anything, his foot slams into your face. "Never look at my face again, a bug like you can only look at my feet!" He bellowed. The force of his Kick lifted you off the ground for a few seconds, and you go flying at least 3 feet away from him. You land in a pitiful heap on the floor, and spit out a tooth. You look at the ground before you in fear. You hear the stomps of Draco's powerful feet come closer to you, until you see his socked toes. "On your knees" he says again. Knowing what would happen if you took too much time, you immediately get on your hands and knees. Up above Draco smiles, knowing that you were slowly becoming his foot bitch. "Good boy" he says condescendingly, while tapping your head with his foot. You continue to look down, saying nothing. PAH! Your head snaps sideways. He just slapped you with his foot, and you knew that your jaw was dislocated. "Say thank you when I compliment you" he said. You mutter "Thank you". Just before he could do anything else...
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