As Nuki peeled back the dirty insole of her flip-flop, she found your tiny, battered form clinging desperately to the sticky imprint of her sole. Your chest heaved, and your limbs trembled as you struggled to remain conscious. Every inch of your body ached from the relentless pressure and repeated smacks against the foam. Sweat mixed with the grime that clung to you, making you feel disgusting—like nothing more than a piece of filth stuck to the bottom of her foot.
Nuki smirked. “Still alive, huh?” she murmured, barely audible over the music blasting in her headphones. She gave her foot a little shake, and you tumbled free, plummeting helplessly through the air.
THUD!
You hit the floor hard, the impact rattling your tiny bones. Groaning, you tried to push yourself up, but your limbs barely responded. Every movement was sluggish, painful, as if your body was screaming at you to just give up. But you couldn’t. Not yet.
As you forced yourself onto your hands and knees, your gaze drifted up to the towering figure before you. Nuki had already placed her foot back onto the flip-flop, her massive toes wiggling idly above the indent where you had been trapped moments before. You watched, horrified, as her foot flexed, the thick ball of flesh rising just slightly before settling back into the foam with a soft squelch.
Your throat tightened. You had to do something. You had to plead. Beg. Anything to make her stop.
Crawling forward with every ounce of strength left in your battered body, you reached her flip-flop and grabbed onto the edge. The foam compressed slightly beneath your touch, warm from the residual heat of her foot. Using what little energy you had, you hauled yourself up, clawing at the material until you found yourself on the surface once more.
Now face-to-face with Nuki’s enormous toes, you hesitated. They flexed absentmindedly, shifting slightly as if getting comfortable. The smell of sweat, lotion, and the faintest hint of old sandal rubber filled your nostrils. Up close, the skin was lined with fine ridges, every crease deep enough for your fingers to sink into. A few stray specks of dust clung to the flesh, and you could see where the pressure of walking had turned some areas slightly redder than others.
Swallowing hard, you fell to your knees and raised your hands in a desperate plea.
“Nuki! Please!” you gasped, your voice hoarse. “I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—just please don’t kill me!”
You saw her foot twitch. A shadow fell over you as she leaned forward slightly, her dark eyes narrowing with amusement. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a lazy smile as if considering your words.
Then, without a word, she raised a single finger.
Flick.
The impact hit you like a truck. Pain exploded across your chest as you were sent hurtling backward. The world spun, a chaotic blur of motion and agony, until—
CRACK!
You hit the floor again. This time, your body refused to move. The pain was unbearable. Your ribs—God, your ribs felt like they’d been shattered. A sickening wheeze escaped your lips as you tried to breathe.
Nuki chuckled above you, standing to her full height once more. You felt the air shift as she lifted her foot, the flip-flop peeling slightly from the floor with a faint pop. The shadow over you grew darker, heavier.
“No—please!” you screamed, voice raw with terror. You forced yourself to move, dragging your broken body across the floor. “I’ll do anything! Just—just don’t step on me!”
You craned your neck up, locking eyes with her.
She smiled.
And then she stepped down.
The flip-flop’s rubber sole slammed into you, pressing you flat against the cool floor. Your body instantly gave way beneath the overwhelming weight, bones snapping, organs rupturing. There was no room to struggle—no chance to resist. Flesh and muscle compressed, squelching beneath her casual step. Your entire existence was reduced to a sickening smear beneath her sandal, absorbed into the foam as if you had never even been there.
Nuki twisted her foot slightly, grinding the remains deeper into the sole before settling her weight.
Then, humming to herself, she continued listening to her music, not sparing another thought to the bug she had just crushed out of existence.
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