Dread our dirty giant feet - Lalo Cortez and Vanessa

Description: Last night, a pathetic little intruder dared to sneak into our house. can you imagine the nerve? naturally, we caught him—there was no way someone so insignificant and tiny could outwit us. the moment we had him in our grasp, his fate was sealed, and we decided to make his pitiful existence truly unforgettable. standing over him in our flip-flops, we relished the stark contrast in power. with just the slightest effort, we could have ended him right then and there. we leaned in close, towering over him, and casually slid off our flip-flops, letting the dirty soles of our feet hover dangerously close to his trembling form. the layers of grime and dust from the day made it clear—if we decided to crush him, he’d be left as nothing more than a speck beneath the dirt. we teased him mercilessly, letting him see every detail of our filthy feet. the arches caked with dust, the calloused heels smudged with grime—it was a fate we made sure he understood. we rubbed it in, figuratively and almost literally, showing him just how easily he could be crushed and forgotten underfoot. the little thing was overwhelmed, writhing and squeaking in terror, utterly powerless. we laughed at his pathetic attempts to plead for mercy, savoring every moment of his despair. the sight of him barely able to withstand the mere presence of our feet was… entertaining. eventually, we decided that letting him go would be a waste. someone like him could be useful—a plaything for whenever we felt like having some fun. so, as a final act of humiliation, we shoved him into one of our grimy flip-flops. there he would stay for the night, surrounded by the dirt and the faint scent of his new reality. he thought escaping us would be bad. but this? this was just the beginning. 3rd pov