thousands of tiny slaves all congregating at Her feet, all begging to be crushed. every single one of them wanting to end their lives under the Goddess' feet, gladly willing to give it all to bring Her a moment of happyness. and once they are gone there will be thousands more, all ready to be shrunk and to beg to be crushed. but Goddess knows one thing - the true agony is for the tiny slave to wait. they beg and plead and all She does is look down at them in complete superiority. at some point, and with no ceremony, She will just push Her foot onto the crowd and grind them into the floor. but not until they have worked themselves up into a complete frenzy at the ultimate honour of each being an unidentifiable speck of nothingness under Her shoe.
please Goddess Dannii, please crush me!
"the crowds worshipping at Her feet, begging to be crushed"
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