At my feet, grovelling, begging for your request of me. I listen, as you beg for my foot shavings, craving my toe nails but hmmm are you worthy of it being fulfilled? I laugh at you, snivelling, useless, pathetic and begging. As the conversation continues between us, you feel yourself shrinking and feeling smaller and smaller beneath my giantess feet. Their power looms over you, so small and insignificant I no longer hear your desperate pleas. You’re nothing to me. I could squeeze you out of the gene pool with one toe. Down there you feel the pressing weight of my soles upon your very existence. Can you convince me to spare you?