Tiny Gets Stomped

Tiny bowed before his giant mistress. 

He had never known anyone but her, she found him when he was only a baby and he had spent the entirety of his life being her slave. He had never even left her upstairs closet. 

Standing before him was his mistress who had finally had enough of him. She wore red open toed platform stripper heels. The shoes went perfectly with her black leather pants and her red jacket. His mistress was a young white woman with red hair in a pony-tail.

"Look Tiny, It's over. I don't need a slave anymore." She said

"But mistress, what will I do? I know nothing but serving you. I know nothing but cleaning your shoes. Please mistress, I won't survive in the real world. I will be eaten alive." He pleaded

"I know Tiny. That's why I'm wearing my fancy shoes. I plan on mercy killing you." 

"Killing?"

"Oh yeah I never explained what killing and death was to you. Well, you remember that time I came in here and had you scrap the remains of some cockroach off my flip flops?"

"Yeah."

"Well that cockroach was once a living creature, and I ended its life by stepping on it. Think of death like sleeping forever."

"Will it hurt?"

"No."

"May I clean your shoes after I wake up?"

"You're not getting it. I'm just going to let you clean my shoes one last time. Then it's night night time." 

Tiny cleaned her shoes off then she raised her foot. 

"Goodbye Tiny." She said

She slammed her foot down, crunching his bones. She then left the room.