He awoke slowly, as usual. Sore from head to toe, unable to move... It was almost as though his body was paralyzed. He couldn't do anything but lay on the ground as his blurred vision came to light. He panted gently, mentally recuperating himself from the day he spent being fused to Nikita's sock... He enjoyed what he could hear of the muffled music over the squelching of his own tiny body as it became one with the fibers of her footwear. Unfortunately for him, it would take far too long for him to get back on his feet.
Nemphyss came to a stop overhead, her paws settling down uncomfortably close to his tiny body as he was helpless to even move. She was looking down to a device in her hand it would seem, her eyes fixed on the glass screen as she messed with the bit of electronics idly. Gently, Mathew began to gather enough strength to move his legs... His arms moved too - Only slightly.
It was a mistake...
Her eye caught the movement as something odd, and instantly her face turned to a disgusted snarl. He watched as her paw slid over him, and without hesitation came down. Like before, he resisted being crushed. The soft ground behind his back gave way gently to her pressure as the air was forced from his lungs. He struggled what little his tiny, twitchy arms would allow before once again he collapsed beneath her weight. His tiny body popped as she twisted her paw back and forth, smearing his legs and arms off of his tiny body. His intestines pressed out of his little makeshift loincloth that just so happened to have been placed on him. He didn't have time to wonder how or why, all he could think about was the horrible pressure... And the pain...
Her paw lifted from the ground, leaving a bloody smear in its wake along with his tiny foot and parts to his arms. Her toes flexed, moving the skin of her paw's pad almost as though she were trying to get rid of his carcass. However, instead of continuing to clean her paw... She simply stepped back down and resumed looking to her device. The little one's tiny body popped several times as bones gave way, but it didn't matter.
She walked off with him in tow, trampling his tiny body with each step as she went on her way. Where she was going, to the little one, was irrelevant... His sick and twisted torment seemed to never end. He was just an insect after all, right?
At times, it was truly torment. Other times, he was in a state of joy and pleasure he could not comprehend.
The extremes of these emotions were almost too much to bear.