“...HAHAHAHA...”
Wrapped in the oily fuzz of Amoe's slipper, the
otherworldly alien storm continued to roar from somewhere beyond the
walls of the ripe, muggy slipper that had been the home for Amoe's
foot for the last few years, and was now my coffin. The cell phone
that had been wedged into the slipper above me illuminated the
prison around me with a blinding white light – so bright I was
forced to squint just to keep my eyes open.
The deep thunder of Crystal's voice shook the world
around me, and in the white glow of camera light I could see
particles of dust, dirt, and other unknown particulates dislodging
and lifting from the slipper all around me, filling the air with
various particles that made it look like a recently shaken snow
globe.
I was exhausted, in pain, terrified and humiliated. I
had only been a tiny for a week, and even though the previous seven
days had been a nightmare, it had been nothing compared to tonight.
This was worse than any nightmare I could possibly have imagined.
And so I did the only thing I could do. Even as the
living thunder of the goddess continued to boom, I started to beg.
“P-p-please C-c-crystal...” I stammered, each clap
of the living storm outside my fuzzy coffin filling me with dread.
“P-p-p-prease...”
Crystal's voice thundered all
around me, the deep sound tinted with a mocking tone.
“You
sound sooooo funny micro Marky!” Her
voice boomed, before being followed by the rapid loud cracks of
giggles.
“HE-HE-HE-HE-HE...”
The
blinding white light of the phones camera stained the particles that
floated in the air that seemed to bounce with each strange boom of
giggles. My vision started to blur before I realized I was crying,
my quiet sobs inaudible over the sound of Crystal's girlish pleasure.
I'd
heard her giggle like that before, many, many times. Usually when
she was too drunk, and would start to get handsy with whatever guy
was closest to her, teasing him before she would would inevitably get
aggressive with who or whatever happened to be nearby when she
finally lost all good sense.
It
had happened to me before. She had punched me as hard as she could
once. I had only thought it was funny when I was drunk and normal
sized... but now...
I
was terrified. Crazy Crystal was now as big as as a skyscraper.
The
giggles suddenly stopped, the eerie silence filling me with an even
greater dread.
“Wellll
microoo maaaark” Crystal
thundered, her voice slurred.
“Donchu
wanta hearrr what we werr doin?” She
paused, before her gunfire like giggles snapped underneath the
blinding white light of the photo camera, the slipper more humid and
hot with each passing second.
I stared into the light, tired, in pain, the dread
washing over me. The white particles seemed to float around the
slipper, and I stared at one as it fell down and landed up my lips.
The thing seeped an oily residue that stung, leaving a taste of salt
and oil that had been left out to rot in the sun.
“Wellll
micro maaark?”
I
trembled, lips quivering. I tried to blow the thing off my lips,
but the thing only slipped inside my mouth, the chunk of whatever it
was causing me to gag and cough only to get stuck to my teeth and
cheek.
Crystals giggles thundered around the slipper, my world
shaking like an earthquake.
“Or maybeee you wanna haaave a slippppper slumber
paaaarty?”
Her words filled me with instant terror. I honestly
wasn't sure if Crystal would leave me in here... or worse. I had to
play along.
“N-n-no. T-t-tell me...” I stammered, squinting
blindly into the light.
Crystal's voice thundered once again, but I couldn't
understand anything. I could hear her booming voice, and a slight
ringing when she paused, but I wasn't processing a word. My fear and
humiliation was so intense I couldn't focus on anything but the
blinding light above me. Somewhere out beyond the walls of the
humid, dank prison I was entombed in was the red headed girl, drunk,
giggling about how she and Amoe hooked up while they watched a movie.
She'd occasionally pause to giggle, then say something along the
lines of
“...
and yoouu were under Amoeeee's toooooeeees the whoooole time...”
I couldn't make sense of it, hearing the words of what
fun they had in comparison to the images in my mind, of Amoe's
monstrous toes mercilessly beating me, before shoving the filth that
caked them down my throat. She didn't even know as she did it.
It was all too humiliating, terrifying and painful.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed, as loud and as long as a
I could, before I started coughing again.
Crystal's booming voice stopped, leaving nothing but the
eerie white light and the floating slipper flakes.
I worked up the courage to speak again.
“This isn't funny Crystal! It was horrible!”
The eerie silence was replaced with a strange gunfire –
crystals giggles.
“Horrrrible?
Buuuut tiiiiny maan... weeee allll knooooow youuuu looooove feeeet”
Crystal's
thunderous voice seemed to echo before it was once again replaced
with the strange gunfire.
I
could only tremble. It wasn't true, she knew it wasn't true.
“W-w-why...”
I could only stammer.
***
Crystal
stared at the computer screen, the window displaying the camera's
video feed full size. There were flecks of white dust passing near
the front of the camera, the occasional one partially obstructing the
only visible part of Mark's body, his face, his skin stained gray and
brown, a few larger miscellaneous flecks pasted across his skin like
wet paper, a long brown hair running from the fluff across his cheek
and disappearing back into it.
“W-w-why...”
The tiny face stammered, the sound tinny yet clear when coming
through the computers speakers.
Crystal's
smile turned to frown, her drunken stupor turning to rage. Without
thinking, she slammed her fist on the table, next to the slipper that
lied aside the laptop, causing the desk to shake for a second. The
video feed on the laptop showed an eruption of dust and particles
from the slipper, obscuring Mark for a few seconds, before the
particles slowly began to settle.
“You're
such an asshole Mark” She said, her slurred voice disappearing
under the sudden rush of anger that focused her mind. She stared at
Mark's face on the camera, the particles that continued to drift down
on him, the tiny face suddenly hacking and coughing under the bright
white light of the camera.
“How
stupid can you be?” Crystal continued, leaning her face in closer
to the slipper so she could speak directly into it. With every
passing word, she continued to get more angry.
The
coughing from the computer speakers slowed down. Crystal could feel
her own pulse in her arms.
“W-w-wha...”
A tinny voice came from the computers speakers.
Just
that sound made Crystal's blood boil.
“SHUT
UP!” Crystal nearly yelled, slamming her fist simultaneously on the
desk, close enough to the slipper this time to move it slightly.
She didn't even think about the other girls in the room, but it
didn't matter. Both of other girls were passed out cold, and she knew
it.
The
explosion of slipper scum once again blew back up into the camera.
Crystal took a deep breath, a screaming voice in her mind made the
coughing from the computers speakers inaudible to her.
“You
listen to me now, tiny.” Crystal said angrily, her long red hair
partially obscuring face as she leaned even closer to the opening of
the slipper.
***
Crystal's
voice thundered even louder than before as I struggled to breathe,
dirt and fuzz flying through the air as if it was a storm. Some
would land on my face, forcing me to exhale deeply or risk
suffocating.
The
bright white light above me from the camera continued to shine down
on me, forcing me to squint.
“You've
always been a jerk” Crystal
thundered, so loud that it was deafening.
“I
was always sooo nice to you. And you always treated me like second
fiddle. You know that?”
Her
booming voice was so loud I couldn't hear myself breathe or cough.
Each word she spoke vibrated my entire body, shaking the slipper and
blowing dust and dirt into the air, making it difficult to draw even
a tiny breath.
In
the struggle, it was difficult for me to process what she was saying.
But memories flooded back. As far as I could recall, I had always
been nice to her. Sure, I teased her, but we all did. She did act
crazy and aggressive sometimes when drunk, and sure, she could be
annoying sometimes sober, but we still hung out...
The
feminine thunder interrupted my train of thoughts, the booming
vibrations drawing me back into the slipper hell that was my reality.
“You
know I had a crush on you?”
Her voice boomed again, hot air blowing in from the end of the
slipper tunnel.
I
didn't understand what she said at first, and then, for a fraction of
a second, I felt like I might blush. I'd never had a girl tell me
that before and I was almost flattered. But any optimism I had was
replaced by genuine terror of the position I was in. I knew
Crystal, and now that I thought about it, I should have realized some
of her weird behavior was just some strange way of her flirting with
me. A flood of memories rushing back to me, like the time we both
snuck into a bar and she leaned in to kiss me, only for me to laugh
and turn away. I didn't think anything of it at the time, just
assuming it was stupid drunken behavior, part of me nervous about
making out with a friend and not wanting to make things weird.
“Well?”
Her voice boomed again. “Did
you know?”
I
couldn't stop trembling; I felt like I was about to burst into tears.
“God
damnit Mark! Answer me!” She
thundered, her voice vibrating my whole body, before what sounded
like a third bomb went off outside the slipper.
BOOOM
“Ahhhhhh!”
I screamed, feeling the pressure from somewhere beyond my humid
prison lifting the sole of the slipper into the air, jerking my body
violently like I was in a car accident, the threads and fuzz of the
slipper sole acting as a seatbelt to leave me in place, before I felt
my stomach drop as the slipper fell back the ground. I clenched up
in a strange attempt to brace myself
Thud
The
slipper fuzz and dust exploded once more, the sudden stop in motion
knocking some wind out of me.
“N-no...”
I struggled to say, gasping in air before I continued shouting in
fear, all the while staring at the blinding white light above me.
“I-i-i
did-did-didn't know...” I tried to shout, my voice short and
choppy as I struggled to breathe in the ripe slipper air, bits of
fuzz and dirt raining down on my face and getting in my mouth once
more.
I
coughed as Crystal thundered once more.
“Typical...”
She boomed, before continuing.
“You were always pretty stupid”
I
could feel her words in my bones as the slipper shook around me. I
could only squint blindly into the light, my whole body shaking,
although it was probably invisible beneath the mangy fluff.
“Why
didn't you ask me out, Mark?” She
boomed. “Did you not think I was pretty?”
The
words echoed in my mind, unleashing a torrent of memories from
earlier tonight; of being trapped underneath her loafer, completely
at her mercy, she could have crushed me like a bug.
I
instantly started yelling.
“I think you're pretty!” I shouted, no longer
stuttering, the need to say the words as quickly as possible suddenly
some strange kind of survival instinct.
“Well
then why didn't you ask me out?”
She boomed again, hot air accompanying her voice before echoing
around the slipper.
“I
– I – I ...” I stuttered, talking before I had even formed a
thought, utterly terrified of saying something that might upset her.
“G-g-g-uess...”
Crystal's
booming voice cut me off.
“No
guessing, bug” She thundered,
her voice suddenly stern, more like a teacher who was upset at her
student.
It
wasn't the first time she called me bug, but it didn't help me any
more in finding an answer, only making me more afraid.
I
gulped, trying to gain enough composure to say something, anything.
Then it popped into my mind.
“I-i-i...”
I started, pausing calm myself enough to finish my statement without
bursting into tears.
“w-was
in-” I gulped. “Intimidated, by y-you” I said, still stuttering
even though I was trying desperately not to, although it was less
than before.
It
was true, at least partially. I was intimidated by her, even when I
was normal sized. Not in a true violent way, of course. But I
always felt bad for any guy that flirted with her, let alone tried to
date her. Crystal would act absolutely crazy, and I knew that as a
friend she could be fun, but as a partner, a nightmare. Yea, she
was cute, but she wasn't worth the effort.
So
I wasn't scared of rejection. I was scared of dating her at all.
There
was silence outside my muggy prison. The silence was almost equally
as terrifying as whatever booming explosion occurred each time she
got angry.
The
living storm finally responded.
“Figures...”
She boomed, shaking the world around me. “You were
always pathetic and dumb”
Silence again, before she roared once more.
“Now
that I think about it, you deserve to be tiny. Too scared to ask me
out. You were always such a loser”
The vibrations from her deafening booms blew further
slipper fuzz into the air, like leaves in the wind, tiny bits and
pieces of it raining down on me and causing me to struggle to
breathe. But even with my life in peril, her words still cut me,
her drunken slurred speech suddenly focused like a laser to humiliate
me, and for more then just a second, I might have agreed.
I was trapped in a slipper, after all, squinting blindly
into a light as Crystal's booming voice emanated from all around me
like an earthquake.
***
Crystal could feel her blood boiling. Her
lips was now nearly directly above the mouth of the slipper, the warm
fumes of leather and feet strong enough for her to smell. But in
her angry, drunken rage, she didn't care.
I
had such a crush on you. She
thought, the random image popping into her mind of Mark sitting next
to Stephanie at the dining hall instead of her filling her with even
more anger. The thought led to her memory of how she would get them
ice cream, and Mark never even thanked her.
That
asshole should be mine.
“And to top it all off, you fucking pick Stephanie to
be your owner?” She spoke angrily, not bothering to look at the
storm of white dots her hot breath blew up inside the slipper on the
computer monitor.
“I did you sooo many favors you little shit. I even
got you a fucking birthday present! Stephanie didn't get you a god
damn thing!”
Crystal felt like she was running out of breath, so she
paused and moved her head back slightly take a deep breath of clean
air. It was true she had gotten Mark a gift, although it was a bit
of a joke, just a shirt calling Mark out for being a nerd. And it
wasn't true that Stephanie hadn't gotten him a gift, but she didn't
know that, having not been there when Mark received it.
But those were beyond consideration for the drunk and
angry girl, who leaned her head back in towards the slipper to berate
Mark once more.
“She never cared about you the way I did”
She said, finally turning to look at Stephanie, who was fast asleep
in the bed.
“Look at her, she's drunk and asleep. How good of an
owner is she? This is the second time tonight I'm going to save
you”
***
Crystal's voice boomed around the humid
slipper, the world around me shaking as I continued to be blinded by
the white light
“She
never cared about you!” Her
voice thundered once more.
I
trembled and coughed simultaneously as the oily slipper fluff and
junk blew over me. Her words seemed to echo strangely, and I found
myself pondering them. It was true, of course, she had saved me once
before tonight, and she was my only hope to get me from the slipper
now. But I couldn't believe what she said about Stephanie – and I
hadn't picked her to be my owner. Still, everything about tonight
could have been prevented if Stephanie had retained a level head...
“Well?”
Her voice boomed, interrupting me from the thoughts as the storm
inside the slipper picked up once more.
“Do
you have anything to say, bug?”
Her words causing an earthquake in the slipper I was entombed in.
I
could feel my face becoming red, whether from fear, embarrassment,
anger, or simply struggling to breathe I couldn't be sure. Each
time she called me bug I felt somehow smaller, the verbal tirade she
had unleashed against me leaving me feeling even more vulnerable,
like it was my fault I was here in the first place, like I did
deserve this.
But
more than anything, I wanted out of this slipper.
“P-please
Crystal!” I shouted, coughing slightly as a piece of disgusting
fluff fell over onto my mouth, my eyes now encrusted in crud that
stung my eyes as I squinted into the light.
I
needed to get out of here, and my focus returning on the task at
hand.
“I'm
sorry! Just please get me out of here!” I managed to shout without
stuttering.
My
words sounded muffled, my ears still ringing from the deafening booms
of Crystal's voice, and I watched in eerie silence the dust and fluff
that floated around the slipper slowing down, a nervous dread washing
over me, a sudden thought in my mind.
What
if she fell asleep? What if she leaves me here on purpose?
And
from the silence, once again, the otherworldly female storm returned.
“Why?”
She
boomed, her voice deafening me as the hot air blew into the slipper,
her words vibrating the world around me as bright white specs danced
in frenzy through the air.
“W-what?” I could only stutter, terrified suddenly
she might leave me in here.
“WHY
SHOULD I, STUPID?” She
thundered once more, creating a gust for the humid slipper storm.
I
trembled as the words flew out my mouth, no longer thinking.
“P-please
Crystal! I-I-I'm begging you!”
There
was once again a pause, dread washing over me.
“HE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HE”
Even
though I'd heard the booming noise multiple times already, for a
second, I thought it was an electricity storm. Sharp cracks that
echoed from all around the slipper.
“P-p-please”
I whimpered, the strange feminine giggles continuing sounded somehow
deeper and louder than thunder, to the point I couldn't even hear
myself.
“You're
beggin meeee?” Crystal
roared, her malice in her voice dissipating to be replaced by a more
mischievous tone.
“Youuu're
not even begging me properrrrrly” She
thundered, before the alien giggle storm returned.
Her
words echoed around my mind as much as it boomed around the slipper,
the dust continuing to fly about, and I squinted into the blinding
white light, of the phones camera. And because my life may very
well have depended on it, I thought about what she said, my mind
flashing throughout the night of Crystal's games, starting with the
cat and mouse nightmare from earlier, where I hopelessly tried to
escape her massive pink loafers to no avail.
“Goddess
Crystal! Please let me out of here!” I begged, squinting into the
light.
“HI-HE-HI-HE”
The giantess giggled, more
levity in her voice. Even though it still was loud and deafening, I
was actually happy to here it. I had no idea what she might do to me
if she was angry. Knowing that she has a crush on me hasn't made
me feel any better, and instead only increased my fear.
“Youuuu
can doooo bettttterrrr” She
thundered, her speech once more slurring and causing an earthquake
around me.
I
gulped, trying to come up with something.
“Goddess
Crystal! My most beautiful, smart, loving Goddess! Please get me out
of here!” I cried out, staring at the light as my face started to
feel increasingly heavy from the wet particles of fluff and whatever
other junk was sticking to my skin.
“Dooo
ittt betttterrrr!” The
redheaded goddess roared, shaking the slipper in another earthquake.
I
trembled, truly afraid of disappointing her, the redheaded goddess
that would decide my fate. She must have known, somewhere in her
mind, what she was doing, even drunk. But she could leave me here,
and based on how she acted, she might have. She had systematically
humiliated me, pushing me to my limits throughout the night.
Perhaps this was only because of the alcohol, but I didn't want to
take the risk of her forgetting I was in here, only to be trampled
and most likely killed underneath Amoe's dirty feet as she went about
her day.
“Please,
my most beautiful Goddess Crystal!” I cried, surprised how
effortlessly the words came from mouth.
“You're
beauty is only matched by your passion! You save those who need
saving... you are the beginning and the end...” I started to trail
off, unsure of what to say.
“HI-HE-HI-HE”
The goddess's giggle storm returned, vibrating my prison like a quake
once more, and my dread began to rise.
Is
she going to leave me in here forever?
“Please
Goddess Crystal!” I cried, before suddenly correcting myself. “Most
beautiful goddess! Please! I'll do anything! Just let me out of
here!”
The
giggles abruptly stopped, the eerie silence returning, and I could
only hear my ears ringing slightly as I squinted into the light.
“Annyyythiiiing?”
The redheaded goddess boomed in her slurred voice.
All
the nervousness I had felt before, somehow was eclipsed. I had to
get out, I knew, but the way she said it made me sure I wasn't going
to like what came next.
“Y-yes
G-goddess” I stammered, gulping to compose myself. “Anything”
Silence,
once more, just my ears ringing, the blinding white light and the
floating particles of slipper scuzz like snowflakes. It almost
felt like I had been hosed with worlds most fetid water on my face,
the humidity in the slipper seeming to rise with each passing second.
Her
voice boomed once again, but this time, not in a drunken slur, nor in
the angry piercing roars.
“I
want to be your owner” she
boomed, yet the sound she was making was like she was almost
whispering it, deafeningly loud yet with the distinctive soft tone of
someone whispering into your ear.
The
words bounced around my mind for a second, and in that simple moment
I instantly understood why. She had a crush on me, she was jealous
of Stephanie – of course she wants to be my owner, it made perfect
sense.
But
it also terrified me – and the fear is what I responded to.
“W-w-what?”
I said, almost instinctively, and I instantly realized my mistake.
***
Crystal didn't say anything, her blood instantly
turning into a boil.
Stupid
Bug, was all she could
think, and curled her hand into a fist, and raised it over the
slipper, before quickly bringing it down.
She
only narrowly avoided hitting it by an inch.
***
BOOOOOM
The
motion was so violent and sudden, I didn't even have time to scream
before I felt the air knocked out of me. Time seemed to move in
slow motion as I felt the sense of vertigo, the phone above me
seeming to shift backwards slightly while the white slipper particles
moved up to the ceiling in slow motion. And just as quickly as I
rose, the ringing sound was replaced by the sound of a dull roar, and
everything sped up. My body felt snapped downward from the fuzz
rapping it, my stomach dropping, and I watched in terror as the phone
and particles moved rapidly down towards me like someone who had just
been holding them up in the air had let go before I shut my eyes in
terror.
Thud
I felt a rain of particles on me, like someone had just
thrown a bucket of sand on my face. I held my breath for only a
second, before I let out an awkward gasp, feeling the spray of tiny
particles off my lips and nose, with some unceremoniously falling
into my mouth, only causing me to try and cough them back out. I
finally grew the nerve to open my dirt covered eyes, to see the
phones bright white light slightly lower and closer to me, but not
having moved much at all.
“Stupid
tiny asshole!” She thundered,
the storm returning to the slipper.
“I deserve to be your owner! I always liked you more than Stephanie,
cared about you more!”
I wanted to speak, to beg her to stop her angry rant,
but I was terrified, and wouldn't have been able to hear myself
anyway.
“She
doesn't care about you! Where is she now to save you?”
The redheaded goddess boomed.
I
could only tremble, terrified.
“Answer
me you stupid fucking bug!”
The female storm thundered.
“I-i-i d-don't kno-kno-know...” I stammered
pathetically.
“That's
fucking right tiny boy, you don't! You don't know anything because
your stupid and pathetic! Now say it!”
She boomed, my slipper sauna vibrating like an earthquake.
I
didn't need to be told twice. I knew where this was going.
“I-I...”
I stammered, pausing to gulp. “I'm stupid and pathetic...” I
paused, before adding “...Goddess” for good measure.
Silence
once more, before the goddess boomed again, the edge of her anger
taken off, but still very much stern.
“Now,
for the last time...” She
boomed. “You've got a choice Marky poo” She
thundered, her sing song voice slowly returning.
“I'm
going to be your new owner... orrrrr” She
boomed, pausing slightly. “I'm going to put this
slipper back on Amoe's foot, and you can enjoy the rest of your
slipper spa.”
She
paused, and then giggled, the sound echoing like gunfire.
“...
I just know how much you love feet”
After
all that happened, it was strange that the statement still filled me
with anger and resentment. I was trapped in a slipper, and being
teased for having a thing for feet really shouldn't have bothered me.
Crystal knew it wasn't true, why should I even care? Yet for some
reason it did.
I
didn't hesitate a moment longer.
“Goddess
Crystal!” I shouted, with all my energy. “I want you to be my
owner!”
I
didn't have a choice. But at the same time, what did my words
really mean? I needed to get out of here, and my words didn't
suddenly transfer my ownership. Besides, even knowing what I know
now, I still figured that all of this was really a case of a girl who
had too much to drink. Sure, her feelings may have been true, but
once she was sober she would surely be embarrassed. Besides, even
if she was serious, there would be no way Stephanie would agree to it
– she might have been my legal owner, but she still treated me as
an equal the best she could, she would believe me when I told her how
crazy Crystal was.
The
strange alien storm of deep feminine giggles returned, echoing around
the slipper, vibrating me and throwing a hail of dust into the air.
“I
kneeeew it!” She thundered,
her voice returning to a girlish drunken zeal.
“Now
let'sss get you outttttta heeeereee” She
boomed, before continuing.
“And
then we are going to plaaaaay, and I'll telll you alllll abooooouut
worshiping your new Goddesssss!”
Play?
I thought, suddenly realizing my night was far from over.