โPlease, itโs burning, Iโll die, just stopโ, you begged as the burning sun scorched your back, her foot sweat was your only way to cool down your skin.
โYou can stop it any time, just give me the codeโ, she said and giggled, gently pressing you on the hot windshield.
You couldnโt take it anymore, โok, please! Iโll tell you!โ
Itโs been a day of endless torture, Jule was creative in horrible ways, you shrunk down when staying in her Airbnb and she wanted your credit card PIN.
She playfully scrunched her toes and smiled, โgo on thenโ.
โItโs 1423โ you shouted, crying.
โAre you lying to me?โ She asked.
โN-No! I swear!โ
She got her phone and your credit card, still holding her feet beneath the windshield.
She sighed with pleasure, โthatโs a good boy, thanksโ.
Then got her feet back down and pressed the gas, you squirmed, screamed, did everything to release yourself but she just pressed harder until your whole body broke down underneath her foot.