The sound of the world moving around him was almost deafening. He couldn't see, even though his eyesight had returned... The walls of whatever confined him were cold and plastic, this much he could tell without his eyes. It was impossible for the little man to steady himself in here... With his immobile state after having just come back to life and the constant shaking, the task was simply too great. He would jolt upward, smacking his head on whatever was a 'ceiling' here only to fall back down... Then, light flooded the chamber. It was enough to blind him completely for just a few moments as his body attempted to adjust... He didn't have the time to come back to his senses though before he felt whatever container he was in tip to the side and discard him onto the cold floor.
He rolled to his back, clearing his little throat as he finally was given the honor of seeing what was happening.
He vaguely recognized her... Someone from long ago? She was standing over him, kicking off her sandals as though she wasn't paying any attention to the little man. It was like he didn't exist at all. Whatever container he had traveled here in was gone, off to the side somewhere out of his line of sight. His body reacted accordingly though... An [REDACTED] like electricity with every beat of his little heart. Casually, the woman sat down on the couch in front of him, with his little body between her feet.
She said nothing to him... Nothing at all...
Melanie reached around, searching beneath the couch's pillows to see if she could find her remote control. It wasn't out in the open, but her intuition paid off as her fingertips slid over the cool plastic she was hoping to find. Gently she pulled it out from beneath the pillow and slid her left foot over her little toy... He was nothing more than that, something to help her relax after a long day. Her feet were sore, she had to walk an abnormally long distance today and it showed. However, the moment she felt the little body quaking beneath her skin, it was almost as though her troubles washed away.
Mathew watched as the sky was eclipsed with skin. His [REDACTED] was pressed down between his legs as her foot settled over his tiny form, pinning him down gently with ease. It was enough that he could still move around, but she would easily be able to tell if he were to try and escape. Her skin pressed into his face gently, as if wordlessly giving him the command to worship as the sound of the television turning on in the distance filled his ears...
And worship he did...
With the strength he had, the little one leaned forward and began to lick and kiss at the skin over him. His hands reached up, rubbing the warm flesh as he took in the light scent of sweat she had accumulated throughout the day. It was present, but it was far from overpowering... It was the perfect addition to his situation. Every time his tongue passed along her skin he could feel the grime from her sandals sole slide into his mouth. Perhaps if he did well enough, she would keep him around for a little while longer?
This was not the first time Melanie had Mathew in her possession, but she did not recognize him at all. Bugs like him were a dime a dozen, and she had gone through quite a few of them between their last meeting and now. All she cared about was her relaxation, and he was to be used and discarded however she pleased. The sensation of his tongue slipping across her skin sent positive chills up her spine as she leaned back a bit to enjoy her evening. She pulled the nearby pillow over to her back for comfort and simply watched...
When she was satisfied that the ball of her foot was well cared for, she slid her foot back so that his face was lodged between her toes. She could tell he was enjoying this - the little [REDACTED] tell-tale sign of this. She gave it no attention though, other than the accidental attention it was given when she would re-position him. No commands were necessary... He just pushed his head between her toes, and licked.
Melanie sighed gently, eventually switching the foot that he was tending to to her right. He didn't move or attempt to flee...
To her, he was way too trusting.
Hours passed... She had already eaten before playing with him so she wasn't hungry. A few movies had gone by and the little one beneath her foot had cleaned literally every bit of her sole with his tongue. She had her heel lifted over his face, her feet crossed so she didn't have to consciously keep from crushing him. Shortly thereafter, Melanie simply let her foot rest on the little one...
And drifted to sleep.
Mathew felt the weight of her foot rest on him, pinning him down enough that he couldn't breathe. He tried to struggle as the skin pressed him into the floor to no avail... If he were mortal, he would be dead by now. She had unwittingly paralyzed him by depriving him of air, and to the untrained eye he would appear dead. It was far from the truth... Every so often her toes would twitch as she dreamed. The TV was nothing more than muffled white noise now, all that he could hear was her...
Her heartbeat mixed with his...
Blood began to drain from his little eyes as the pressure increased more and more. She wasn't doing it consciously, he was just breaking down as time passed. Little by little the bones began to bend, fracture, then break. He could feel every pop and splinter as he was slowly crushed beneath the napping goddess' idle foot. He couldn't scream, he couldn't even struggle since his body had long since entered a state of paralysis...
All he could do was wait, wait for his next life.
Hours passed before she began to stir. Melanie woke up from her nap, her lazy eyes looking to the screen as she sat up and leaned forward. She had all but forgotten about her slave beneath her foot though as she propped her elbows up onto her knees...
Mathew felt the pressure change instantly. What was a slow, painful compress immediately shifted to a quick burst. His body popped from the pressure, catching her attention as she groaned gently.. Melanie felt the little one's guts spurt from his side like a bug beneath her. It sent a chill up her spine...
She'd clean him up later. It was too late to deal with that now.
Casually, she stood up from her seat and felt his body splinter and shatter beneath her even more. His skull popped like a tiny berry, and the rest of his unfortunate organs evacuated using the same path as his intestines. He was a bit 'big' in comparison to his usual size, big enough that his insides 'leaked' out from beneath her foot as she stood there atop him... Cutely stretching, reaching up for the ceiling as her toes flexed into the floor.
Casually, she stepped off of him. Nothing but blood stayed on her skin, his body was stuck to the ground... The next morning she eventually returned, callously wiping his remains from the ground with a sheet of paper towel before tossing him into the bin like trash...