Kelly should've known not to talk back to me after what she saw me do to her friend. I can still feel her frantically squirming around in my colon, but she probably doesn't have much air left in there. Instead of a swift, merciful end in my ass, Kelly gets to be my little toe servant until she expires from starvation. Her screaming face is the perfect shape to dig all the gunk out from under my toenails, and it's been a long time since I cleaned them. She'll live in my socks with my sweaty feet from now on; by the time Kelly's body gives up, I'll have already forgotten she was down there.