Leona’s Husband (WhatsApp Ending) (Patreon)

(In this post you can either read the WhatsApp conversations in the photos before / after the description, it has no effect, just notice that Leona doesn’t text with the same person in all photos)

You were still alive, gasping for air trying to understand what happened, you barely looked around, you saw dirt and dry skin around you.

You heard Leona humming to herself in joy, quick taps on her iPhone, giggling occasionally.

You heard her sipping wine, like she’s celebrating your pathetic demise, she didn’t even bother to wipe you off her foot.

With a weak and miserable move, you managed to detach yourself from her sticky sole and fell on the table, almost losing consciousness from the hit.

“Hmm?” She pulled her foot to look at you, “oh my god, you’re still alive?” She giggled, “I already sent a photo for the insurance company”.

You couldn’t reply, you weakly started crawling aimlessly.

“Maybe you’d like to know that I own everything now, and I even got a very generous sum from your life insurance, they didn’t even ask for your body or anything”, she started laughing, “we should’ve faked your death somehow so I could keep you as a slave”, she added and took a sip from her wine.

You continued crawling away from her foot.

“Well, but it’s too late for that”, she hovered her foot and placed her big toe over your head, “let me deliver you from your misery babe”

*CRACK*

She crushed your head with her big toe effortlessly, twisting it a few times to make sure you won’t stay alive again, then sighed with a smile and took another sip from her wine.

Getting a little wet from this rush of power, she went to enjoy herself in the bathtub.