"Agh!" Mathew squeaked as he was knocked to the floor face-first. He didn't have the time to get up before he felt flesh on his back, pinning him down... His face was forced to the side as he was forced to stare out the little crack of light between her heel and the ground. He took in short, quick breaths - as much as the space he was in would allow as he felt that same strange and odd pleasure well up inside of him. He whimpered to himself, clawing gently at the ground as whoever it was began to twist her heel back and forth... Teasing him.
It wasn't long before the pressure intensified, and yet again every bone in his tiny body seemed to strain against the weight. His breaths became shorter as he felt the intense weight begin to bear down on him... Then - Pop...
The space between her heel and the ground disappeared entirely. The light was cut off, and all he could hear now in the darkness was his own body crumpling. The sickening squelches of blood and bone, the terrible pain gripping every fiber of his being. He could feel her twisting, snuffing him out beneath her heel as she callously sought to end his life. He couldn't see, but he could still feel... Every death seemed longer now-day, and even after death he was graced with the ability to feel what was becoming of his carcass for what seemed like an eternity.
Alex smiled as she felt the little creature popping beneath her heel. She lifted the ball of her foot from the ground to give a bit of extra pressure to the tortured soul. She didn't recognize him from their encounters before - He was simply an insect after all. In fact, she was hoping to come home to a bug she could kill to end her day off right. She watched in cruel satisfaction as blood drained from beneath her foot before she gently lifted her sole from the ground to investigate.
There was nothing left on the floor but a red splatter of blood with small bits of organs in its wake. She could feel his flat pelt still stuck to the skin of her heel - A perfect crush to end a rather relaxing day. Casually, as though nothing had happened, she strolled over to her desk and took a seat in the chair. Kicking her feet up, she leaned back as the summer breeze slipped through the room. Every so often she'd flex her toes, feeling Mathew's flattened course still stuck to her skin which renewed her delight.
Your favorite activity should be savored, regardless of how often you do it.
Crush each Mant like it was your first and you'll always love the experience
His mouth was dry, but he continued to do as he was ordered. The scent of rubber filled his little nose as he tried to choke down as much of the dirt trapped in the diamond shaped patterns of Nikita's shoe while she enjoyed her cigarette outside. There was no promise of compensation, she simply gave him the order and pinned him down. Mathew whimpered to himself as air gusted through the crack he inhabited between her shoe and the floor. He could feel pleasure radiating as usual, pulsing from his abdomen through his body [REDACTED].
Nikita remained silent, there was nobody to talk to really. She simply leaned against the support beam for the awning over her front door's porch with a content smile. It was a wonderful day out, so being outside was more than a rewarding experience in itself. On top of that, her favorite little toy had returned to her. She could feel that he was there, that he was moving beneath the thin sole of her shoe, but other than that - nothing. He simply felt like a little rock she was pinning down, nothing more... The feeling of power was like a wonderful drug. Ever since Siv was able to change her outlook on the tiny creatures torment, the act of ridding her home of annoying pests had become an enthralling experience. It was almost surreal the power she had over a life, and she reveled in it.
Mathew watched as her foot lifted off of him, the sunlight forcing him to shield his eyes for a minute as he lay on the ground. Bare, as usual...
As soon as his vision cleared he could see her high above, looking out toward the street as she inhaled her final drag of the cigarette. It casually slipped from her fingers, and fell directly beside Mathew. His heart stopped for a second as the embers flared, and without even looking down, her foot came over him once more. He let out a whimper as the sole he had been so feverishly licking clean came down to bear on him for a second. She lifted her heel, shifted her weight onto him and the cigarette as well...
That little stone she had pinned down collapsed easily with a light 'pop'. The sensation sent a chill up her spine as she twisted her foot back and forth to extinguish the cigarette. Casually, she strolled inside with her companion in tow. The cigarette remained on the porch, while Mathew came with her. He felt each painful step as she walked, with each collision with the floor sending another series of horrendous cracks and crunches through his tiny body. His vision was red and blurred as the little one's eyes were forced from their sockets in the mess. He left a few small splats of red in her wake before dust caked into him enough that he would no longer leave a mess.
Errands... Then out to the bar. Nikita simply disregarded Mathew's existence. For some reason, the little creature was stuck in the remains of his current body. Each step, each grinding and painful step, was felt by every ounce of his being. He was becoming a more spiritually based creature, attached to his body even after his tiny heart stopped beating and mind stopped functioning. The duration seemed to be random - Sometimes he was only there for a few seconds, other times it was a horrendously painful eternity it would seem.
Later that night, Nikita came home to her normal dwelling. With a smile she slid onto the couch, not bothering to take off her shoes as she cuddled up to the pillow behind her back and turned the television on. Her passenger was still very much aware though... At least until the end of the show. Slowly his pain subsided, slowly he was tossed back into the stream of possibilities that he was lost in for so long...