Please Ollie, become a giantess and kill me already. I don't care how you decide to do it: between your fingers, under your toes, as if swatting a mosquito, down your throat or deep inside your pussy. My bones should crack with a sound as gross as the one I heard under my feet, my blood should splash over the ground, my being should be reduced to nothingness. It would be nice if I could go surrounded by her fluids, as if returning to the water of the womb, but I don't deserve it. It would be perfect to burn in acid and become part of her body, or even shat out, but I am not worthy of that. I can't ask for what I didn't give to that poor being. 

Sure, it'd be great if Ollie got gratification from it. If she masturbated using a buildiing while destroying me. If she teased me by carefully increasing and reducing the pressure, edging my death, before going to far and just \*pop\*. But it's exactly because I yearn for it that I shouldn't receive it. Ollie should feel disgusted by me. But, at the same time, I don't want her to carry the burden of my crime.

Please Ollie, make me tiny and kill me already. Maybe if I was as small as an ant it would be fine. Just step on me while on a walk, without ever noticing I existed. Randomly spit on the street, accidently over me. Let those kilometers of saliva smash me like concrete. A drop is enough, let me drown in a drop of her liquids, unable to break through the surface tension, fighting for air until the dead end. 

Maybe, if I want to really redeem myself, I should go back there and at least give that snail a proper end. Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them, you know? Yeah, I will pick it up and give its death a meaning; nourish my body with it before I can nourish the body of others. Only then it will be fine to get eaten by Ollie. Should I also cum on it just in case?



I just stepped on a snail and feel horrible, Ollie should crush me so that I can atone for my sins.