Supporting My Best Friend Part 2

[M/m] Foot Content, Cruelty

While Blake went off to school like it was any other day, I was actively living in a nightmare that my mind couldn't even fathom. At my size, ants weren't just scary, they were down right dangerous. They started biting chunks of skin off of my arms and legs while I screamed in agony. I have never been in this much pain before and didn't know how I was still even awake. I thought pain of this sort would make me pass out at least. However, no such luck ever came. I continued to be eaten while my skin continually repaired itself. I wanted nothing more than the sweet release of death and my best friend not only made death impossible but also made it the thing I wanted most. I cried and screamed. I didn't have time to think much about my current situation. I just wanted it to end. I didn't care how. Anything....to end the pain. Hours went by of me suffering when I heard the school bus roll up. Surely my best friend would feel some sort of remorse for what I have had to put up with all day. As the ants continued to chomp away at their endless supply of flesh, I cried out and tried to make my pain incredibly evident to Blake, hoping that he would have some sympathy. Blake walked towards me, his sneakers sending little clouds of dirt behind him. He looked down at me and smiled. He said, "I am so glad I finally got to do this to you. You don't know how happy it makes me to see you like that. You might think that this is the worst of what is coming to you, but you have no idea. All of these years, I've dominated you in games and mocked you when doing so. You always were useless. Every bug I crushed, every worm I tortured was all in preparation for you. You might think to yourself that I must care about you deep down inside of me, after all we have been best friends for years.......and you are right. I do care about you, in the way that I would care about an appliance. I care about you because you make my life more amusing and easier. However, when it comes down to it, appliances can be replaced quite easily. I have to do my homework and then we can have some fun together like the good old days, with you underfoot, except this time you will literally be under my foot. What do you think about that?". He said all of this while I continued to be eaten and continued to scream in agony. I yelled and cried, "Blake, please get me out of here. I'll do anything!!! I'm begging you!". Blake laughed with a sadistic look on his face and then raised his foot up. I saw the dirty sole of his sneaker that I was forced to lick previously. It was already dirty again. He stomped his shoe down directly on top of me and turned me and the ants into a pile of mush. For once in my life, I envied an insect, simply because when it fell victim to Blake's shoe, it died. I, on the other hand, felt waves of pain from all over my body and I couldn't even scream. It was all mental and there was nothing I could do to control it. All of my bones shattered. My eyes popped. Ear drums burst. Somehow, I was still alive, if you want to call it that. It's like my soul was isolated from my physical body while it healed, but all of the emotions and pain from my body carried over with my soul. I had no idea of what Blake was doing at this point, as I was a pile of goo, but unbeknownst to me, he just went inside with me stuck to the bottom of his sneaker. He didn't even look at me. He did his homework and put his shoes in a shoe box. He placed a weight on it and went to sleep. At some point, I left my internal hell and started to reenter the real physical world. I was able to move slowly but surely and I moved out from under the shoe. It was dark and I couldnt see anything. All I noticed was a smell. A very strong smell. It almost smelled like....feet. Where the hell am I?