It felt like an eternity trapped in a torture chamber as each step the young Dingo took broke another bone he didn't know he even had. His body was twisted uncomfortably beneath her stride, flattened more and more with each casual step she took atop his broken form. Sweat burned his eyes as he struggled to breathe, his head cocked back against the inside wall of her stocking as the fabric accumulated sweat. His chest and everything else was devastated, his tiny organs struggled to keep him alive as his skin bulged and stretched under her weight... However, throughout the entire day he had managed to cling to life - stuck to the underside of Elissia's foot as her day continued on.
Blood seeped from his eyes, his nose, and even his hairline as his skull cracked in places it shouldn't. His skin struggled to keep everything inside, but by the end of the day what had remained was barely enough to keep his body from shutting down. His intestines had been pulverized, his bladder crushed and beaten inside of his body. There was nearly nothing left other than two struggling little lungs and a heart that barely held a beat.
This time he wasn't a victim, not by her will or happenstance. His time being tortured by Ash had wrecked him of his fears, and now instead of fearing the pain he craved it like a drug addict craved their fix. His eyes were wide, though he could hardly see as light finally flooded his vision again. She had kicked her shoes off to the side, and gently began rolling her stockings off of her feet to begin relaxing for the day... Unaware of Mathew's willing plight beneath her, the sweat and grime from the day made it hard for her to tell what he was truly. Things stuck to her foot didn't bother her much, they would fall off eventually - and that's exactly what happened to the little thing.
Barefoot now, all that was there to hold him to her skin was sweat as she walked. Each step loosened it's grip, before finally he was left in her wake. He looked up pitifully, whimpering in pain as Elissia walked off around the corner, leaving him to die in the middle of the floor as his body slowly shut down... A few lifetimes ago he could have enlisted her aid - But now, he was simply a tiny spot of debris on the floor. His life faded quickly after she left him there, the massive blood loss through his system had done him in. His heart had nothing more to beat, and slowly he felt sleep take him.
A day survived underfoot was a good run for him though, the little addict...