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Email Address. The main character of the game is Ethan of the Fire Dojo. The player takes the control of the Ethan. Ethan has to ascend a mythical tower in order to save his allies from the enemies as well as rescue his friends from the evils who captured them for the sinful purposes. You have to react very carefully to the Scarlett. She has a strict attack order.
Avoid using the fire moves, as they are useless against the Scarlett. Once you successfully beat the Scarlett, you have to fight against the villains on level 3 and in turns 10 without using the items. You have to use different moves against different enemies. There is also a Shoe Challenge in the game.
The game is all about saving your friends from the grip of evil creatures. Beth looked powerful; her shapely legs swaying as she danced on me. She stood, danced and trampled me for nearly 20 minutes. Then she placed her left foot onto my face. I shuddered as the weight increased. The smooth sole of her shoe resting on my forehead; her heel driven into my chin. Unlike my body which paralysis had left with little to no feeling, standing on my face was unbearable.
She twisted again then stepped off standing next to my head on the right side. Suddenly, I felt a heavy blow, like a hammer. I realized she had kicked me in the head, and as she cocked her leg back she was going to do it again. I now know what they mean about seeing stars. Now she was leading the kicks with her heel. A heel shot to my temple…I could hear her giggling. The heel punctured and left a gash in my ear, hidden from her in the shadow.
Then it stopped. She peered down at me, for a second it almost seemed like she recognized I was a person. I felt overjoyed. The pain was immediate and frightening. I felt cold sweat begin to bead on my brow as she twisted on the thin heel.
Then slowly more pressure, more, then she stood up…heel first on my eye. I just laid there helpless to this woman who slowly began to pull her heel from eye. She could see it was dripping with what looked like blood and water. Then she extended her heel to look at it better in the light, seemed frustrated, and then began to wipe her heel on the loose bandages on my chest. Occasionally, I swear I could feel the scraping.
Despite my horror at the other events, I felt encouraged that the feeling was beginning to come back to my body. I could see her smiling and blowing a gentle kiss down to me and my battered body. Then she stepped up onto my chest again, stomped and wiped, then stepped off toward the door.
I heard the trigger mechanism being turned off, the door open, and the hallway light disappear with the sound of the closing door. What I did know was I could feel pain in my chest and back, like I was hit by a car; the pain in my head was killing me and my eye…oh my God, my eye. I was back in bed and another nurse was standing next to me taking my vitals when she noticed I was awake.
The doctor will be pleased with that. She left you those beautiful flowers. When you are released from the hospital I will come and take care of you. I miss you. I love you. I wanted to hold, savor them. I dreamt that I was sinking in quicksand, helpless, the pressure of the earth pushed against my chest and throat…then I awoke.
Breathing was difficult, in the dim light I could see her smiling down at me. Before I continue, a word about Kate. She was wearing a charcoal grey suit with pinstripes. She was smoking hot…I remember her telling me in our interview that although she desired being an actress, her first love was caring for the elderly and taking care of people in general.
In fact, when I told her the filming was taking place here she inquired about volunteering at the hospital. I made a sound gurgle sound, and Kate laughed. Suddenly, she went on one foot, the heel on my neck stabbed and literally seemed to burn as it stretched the skin. Then she stepped off. She turned and facing my feet stepped onto my chest. I could feel it now, sensation was seemingly returning to me. The heels bit into the bandages and she began to twist, suddenly breathing became labored and intensely painful, it was then I realized that one of my broken ribs was being pressed into my lung.
She turned and looked down at me smiling and shaking her head. Then still looking she lifted her left foot and slammed in down on my chest, I squeaked, she laughed.
She lifted her right heel, slammed it down, another noise, another laugh. She turned and faced me, the toes of her pumps barely touching the underside of my chin. The heel went deep scraping the my uppermouth and stabbing my tongue. She twisted and pumped it. It was then she saw my flowers. Then I felt the thud of the vase and flowers as it landed on my chest between her feet. She lifted her right foot and slammed in down, the vase broke into several pieces which stabbed and cut me through the bandages.
To make matters worse she slowly ground the glass and flowers, pressing them deeper into my chest. She twisted and scraped and destroyed the message of love Samantha had left me.
Then she flattened it with her sole. As she ground it in I could feel some tiny shards of glass imbedding into my cheek. I made a simpering sound…she laughed again. She quickly jumped off the bed and pulled gauze wrap from my chest, then climbed back onto the bed. She commented on the realistic looking chest and nipples, except the color. The severe bruising around my ribs made my torso look purple.
The pain was incredible and intense, and as she twisted I thought of being blind…but mercifully she lifted the heel out. She pressed and then stood, staring down at me the whole time. Slowly I felt consciousness drifting away, the beeps of my heart monitor sped up. Then she I began drifting, she smiled down and waved.
I heard the beeps slow and then flat line…. Where will this interactive story go? You now have these choices:. All rights reserved. TrampleFantasy has granted Writing. Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story.
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