At my feet, crawling, asking for your request of me. I listen, as you plead for my foot shavings, yearning my toe nails however hmmm are you deserving of it being fulfilled? I poke fun at you, snivelling, worthless, pathetic and pleading. As the conversation proceeds between us, you feel on your own diminishing as well as really feeling smaller and also smaller underneath my giantess feet. Their power looms over you, so little and irrelevant I no longer hear your hopeless pleas. You’re absolutely nothing to me. I could squeeze you out of the gene swimming pool with one toe. Down there you feel the pressing weight of my soles upon your really presence. Can you encourage me to save you?
