They fell to their knees begging Greg not to leave the shoebox.
"Don't leave!" One pleaded
"The Giantess will be angry!" Another cried
"She'll kill you, she'll kill all of us!" One added
"I don't care! I want freedom, no woman scares me! I rather die underfoot then live in slavery." Greg replied
Greg then made a beeline for the door as he exited the shoebox. Unfortunately for him the giantess was looking at him when he was leaving.
Towering above Greg was a white woman in her early twenties. She wore knee high platform wedge goth boots and she had a black tank top black lipstick and her black hair was in a ponytail.
"What do you think you're doing slave!?" She said
She shook the ground as she walked over to him.
"So this is how you repay me? Most women would just crush your time ass on sight. I found you and I gave you a home. This is how you thank me for that. By trying to run?" She asked
"You're nothing but a slave driver." Greg replied
She flicked her hair and rolled her eyes
"Look, I know you're new here and all, but I can't tolerate this type of disobedience. My other slaves are quite nice and grateful for their living conditions. But I don't want them getting any ideas. So you my friend have earned yourself a good nice smashing. I'm going to crush you under my new Demonia platform boots and twist you to death." She said
"I'd prefer that to slavery." Greg said
"Well good. Glad we're all in agreement."
She lifted her foot
"Look closely slaves."
She then brutally slammed her boot down onto Greg. Instantly cracking his bones. She then gently motioned her foot side to side rupturing his being and spilling his innards on the surface of the floor.
"Ah yes! I forgot how good this feels! Killing you pathetic life forms is so much fun! Why have I been holding back!" She shouted in euphoria.
She kept twisting long after Greg would've been dead. She was lost in a near orgasmic trance.
"I won't even need my slaves to clean up your remains after this. I'm just going to smash you dry."