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“Hun? You here? Hello?”

Catherine heard her boyfriend call out for her. She however was unable to respond as she quite literally had no mouth to speak from. They had an argument last night about his disgusting sandals he wears indoors. They were god knows how old, completely darkened, smelly and his footprint literally grinded into them. He had refused to throw them out as they were still good in his opinion so she had decided to just throw them out herself. However as she tried to do so she found herself on the floor...her nonexisting nostrils filling with the unbearable stench of her boyfriends feet. Her taste buds being assaulted by what she can only assume was the taste of old sweat, grime and dirt. She had become one of his sandals.

She had to endure the entire night in this position before her boyfriend finally woke up. He had no clue what had happend and put on his sandals as always. The heavy foot now resting on her face. Each step feeling as if she was being crushed flat. Fresh sweat soaking into her over the day.

As the day of torture was over her boyfriend finally took her off for once and looked at her. Maybe he had heard her pleas?! But no...he frowned.

“She didn't show herself the entire day. Man...im sorry you two. Guess she really means it. You gotta go”

Catherine couldnt believe those words. He was throwing her into the trash! She begged, she cried but nothing stopped him from walking to the trash can.

Her last words being that she was still good...

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“Hun? You here? Hello?”

Catherine heard her boyfriend call out for her. She however was unable to respond as she quite literally had no mouth to speak from. They had an argument last night about his disgusting sandals he wears indoors. They were god knows how old, completely darkened, smelly and his footprint literally grinded into them. He had refused to throw them out as they were still good in his opinion so she had decided to just throw them out herself. However as she tried to do so she found herself on the floor...her nonexisting nostrils filling with the unbearable stench of her boyfriends feet. Her taste buds being assaulted by what she can only assume was the taste of old sweat, grime and dirt. She had become one of his sandals.

She had to endure the entire night in this position before her boyfriend finally woke up. He had no clue what had happend and put on his sandals as always. The heavy foot now resting on her face. Each step feeling as if she was being crushed flat. Fresh sweat soaking into her over the day.

As the day of torture was over her boyfriend finally took her off for once and looked at her. Maybe he had heard her pleas?! But no...he frowned.

“She didn't show herself the entire day. Man...im sorry you two. Guess she really means it. You gotta go”

Catherine couldnt believe those words. He was throwing her into the trash! She begged, she cried but nothing stopped him from walking to the trash can.

Her last words being that she was still good...