The tomb of Trishs Shoe
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
Ruthie merely stifled a laugh as she watched Edna in her palm, holding the now tiny Heather in her own hand. Something of a spectacle to be holding someone smaller, who was also holding someone smaller than them. The sadistic grin on Trish's face was almost contagious as Edna couldn't help but give Heather that exact look. Heather pleading for her life with Edna, would receive no mercy, only a shake to stop her begging as Edna's eyes showed no mercy in them. "You're so lucky it's not me who's doing this." She would say down to the tiny Heather, her voice low and direct. It sent a chill up the tiny girls spine.
With that, she would simply toss Heather where she was intended to go. It wasn't a hard throw by any stretch of the means, but she still needed to clear the gap. Almost immediately, Edna's hands would come up to cover her nose, the smell finally reaching her now that her attention was off of Heather. Of course for the miniscule girl, she would land with a wet smack onto a soft yet firm surface. Still sobbing loudly, and pushing herself to her feet, it wouldn't take long for her to realize where she was. The black ground, even to her small size giving way under her feet. The ground moist as was the air which seemed to be almost a thick haze, warm and making it hard to breathe. She was inside Trish's shoe, Edna had actually sentenced her to death in here. As her new world, or tomb as Trish called it would shift to even out.
She couldn't help but cough and wheeze, practically choking on the sweat infused air, her wails unable to reach anything on the outside world. Though a deep rumble of laughter would be enough to shake Heather's attention skyward. She screaming loudly as she saw the last thing she wanted to see, it was Trish's face staring in at her. The evil smile on her face forcing Heather to crawl away, though it was hopeless she was trapped. It wouldn't be long before Trish's face seemed to get further and further away, a puzzling sight, though it soon dawned on her. "She's lowering her shoe....." Heather thought, and her assumption would be confirmed as it wasn't soon after that she saw the most terrifying sight imaginable. Trish's foot, encased in a dirty and dingy sock entering the shoe.
The smell inside had already been nearly unbearable, but the source of it all was entering and now it would all be trapped inside. Heather couldn't help but scream as she quickly pushed herself up, attempting to run deeper into the shoe to escape this fate. Though it was too late, it wouldn't be but a moment later that she was bulldozed by this massive foot, it sliding over her and eventually coming to rest, pinning her face down into the sole of her shoe under the arch of her foot. Somehow Heather was not crushed, but she was left no room to move. Her face forced down into the sweaty sole of this shoe, leaving an impression and a pool of smelly liquid to gather inside it. Heather couldn't help but cough loudly. Screaming and praying for help, the heat generated from Trish's foot beginning to have it's own effect. Causign Heather great pain as she was suffocating, drowning in a small pool of sweat. Heather's struggles would only continue for a minute or two, but they would be the worst few minutes of her miserable life, which would then end.
For Trish, it was a true rush, excitement, and got her heart racing. To have ended a life under foot, subjected them to the torture of your lowliest body part. It was enough to get a purr from her as she looked down upon Edna in Ruthie's palm. This causing her to step back, slightly terrified of what this psycho had planned next. Truth be told, she wanted more, more power, more size and more destruction. She wanted to be able to hold a city in her hand and crush it out of existence. Hell she may even want to put a city inside her shoe and repeat what she did to Heather. Although there was also Ruthie, and Trish has enjoyed quite an amount of fun already. Perhaps it was best to focus on her, or even allow her to choose what they did next.
With that, she would simply toss Heather where she was intended to go. It wasn't a hard throw by any stretch of the means, but she still needed to clear the gap. Almost immediately, Edna's hands would come up to cover her nose, the smell finally reaching her now that her attention was off of Heather. Of course for the miniscule girl, she would land with a wet smack onto a soft yet firm surface. Still sobbing loudly, and pushing herself to her feet, it wouldn't take long for her to realize where she was. The black ground, even to her small size giving way under her feet. The ground moist as was the air which seemed to be almost a thick haze, warm and making it hard to breathe. She was inside Trish's shoe, Edna had actually sentenced her to death in here. As her new world, or tomb as Trish called it would shift to even out.
She couldn't help but cough and wheeze, practically choking on the sweat infused air, her wails unable to reach anything on the outside world. Though a deep rumble of laughter would be enough to shake Heather's attention skyward. She screaming loudly as she saw the last thing she wanted to see, it was Trish's face staring in at her. The evil smile on her face forcing Heather to crawl away, though it was hopeless she was trapped. It wouldn't be long before Trish's face seemed to get further and further away, a puzzling sight, though it soon dawned on her. "She's lowering her shoe....." Heather thought, and her assumption would be confirmed as it wasn't soon after that she saw the most terrifying sight imaginable. Trish's foot, encased in a dirty and dingy sock entering the shoe.
The smell inside had already been nearly unbearable, but the source of it all was entering and now it would all be trapped inside. Heather couldn't help but scream as she quickly pushed herself up, attempting to run deeper into the shoe to escape this fate. Though it was too late, it wouldn't be but a moment later that she was bulldozed by this massive foot, it sliding over her and eventually coming to rest, pinning her face down into the sole of her shoe under the arch of her foot. Somehow Heather was not crushed, but she was left no room to move. Her face forced down into the sweaty sole of this shoe, leaving an impression and a pool of smelly liquid to gather inside it. Heather couldn't help but cough loudly. Screaming and praying for help, the heat generated from Trish's foot beginning to have it's own effect. Causign Heather great pain as she was suffocating, drowning in a small pool of sweat. Heather's struggles would only continue for a minute or two, but they would be the worst few minutes of her miserable life, which would then end.
For Trish, it was a true rush, excitement, and got her heart racing. To have ended a life under foot, subjected them to the torture of your lowliest body part. It was enough to get a purr from her as she looked down upon Edna in Ruthie's palm. This causing her to step back, slightly terrified of what this psycho had planned next. Truth be told, she wanted more, more power, more size and more destruction. She wanted to be able to hold a city in her hand and crush it out of existence. Hell she may even want to put a city inside her shoe and repeat what she did to Heather. Although there was also Ruthie, and Trish has enjoyed quite an amount of fun already. Perhaps it was best to focus on her, or even allow her to choose what they did next.
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