Her house, her rules
by Lovestospar



Whenever I need to stop by tkd ex's house for anything, she's always barefoot.
No matter the time of day, the weather conditions, anything, her killer bare
feet are there to greet me/tease me/...mock me. And I ALWAYS sneak looks down
at her toes and I always hope to catch the ever-illusive bare-sole shot. Which
got my fantasizing today: What if sometime she wanted to teach me a lesson on
her turf? That led me to this:

I show up one afternoon to drop off some personal stuff we had argued about
the night before. I can see dead seriousness in her eyes. "Sorry about last
night" I say as I hand over the bag of stuff. "Whatever." is her response as
she snatches the bag out of my hand. "Come on. I'm sorry. Give me a hug" i say
as I lean in to hug her. She uses the cat-like reflexes she's obtained from
years of tkd to put her left hand up to my chest "Don't touch me! Definitely
don't try to fucking hug me" she says. "Oh come on. Really? You're gonna be
like that?" I respond. "Like that?" she says "You flip your shit on me
yesterday, call me names, and now you just want everything to got back to
good? Your actions have consequences? Please, just leave" she finishes. "I
can't just leave 'till things are smoothed out between us. C'mon, just one
little hug?" I lean into her hand and try to force the hug. She keeps her arm
straight and pushes back "No. Leave NOW! If you cross the threshold to this
house, I promise you'll regret it. You know what I'm capable of." My ego takes
a hit. "Capable of? I pay half the rent on this house, I'll step in if I want
to. In fact, I think i'm gonna do just that" I growl at her as I step forward.
My right shoe crosses over the wood base of her front door. As soon as it
does, the left hand that was pushing me, grabs a fistful of my shirt. She
drops the bag that was in her right hand and makes her palm flat. "NO!!!" she
yells as she simultaneously pulls me in with her left hand and fires a tiger
palm strike up into my nose with her right. There's an explosion of blood, as
cartilage gives way to her rigid palm and my knees wobble. Blood gushes
everywhere. With her left hand still holding the front of my shirt she grabs
my head in her right arm where her elbow bends, turns, and puts her right leg
in front of my legs. She bends forward and shoulder tosses me onto the rug
below her. I land with a thud, knocking the wind out of me. I look up thru
blurry, disoriented eyes. She grabs my arm and wrist and twists. As she
twists, the pain forces my back to arch in pain. Then she raises her right
foot into the air above my face. I watch as her toes pull back tight, making
her sole tight and smooth. A mighty "KIYAAAAAAAA" rushes from her lips as my
eyes widen and as she stomps down on my face with all her might. Bones in my
face shatter under her trained black belt foot. My blood splatters all over
her naked sole and between her toes. In my panicked reaction I sound like a
terrified idiot as i struggle to break free. Then she lifts her foot into the
air above my face again and speaks her warning: "DON'T YOU EVER..." she stomps
down as i wail like a baby. "FUCKING..." another stomp and i lie still. "TOUCH
ME..." and another, my body jolts from the impact. "AGAIN!" one final hard
stomp and her bare heel crushes into my shattered face. My head smashes into
the floor under her foot. Everything goes dark. I'm out cold under her foot as
she pins me down in this position for a few seconds.

When I come to, I'm beat up, balled up, disoriented and confused. My arms
flail in panic due to the tight space I find myself in. Turns out, she decided
to stuff me upside down in a trash can in front of her house.