Im-stomp-tu

     “Little man! Come here!...”  I began as I pointed down to my foot.  “…and lay down.  If you don't come here and do as I say, I will take the two steps it will take for me to track you down and crush the life from your body! The same way I found you, I can find another little man just as easy."

      I saw him begin to back away.

      "I can't believe he took the bait!"  I thought while smiling to myself.

      I took the two steps I promised him but instead of crushing him, I decided to continued my cat and mouse game.  With the inner side of my right foot, I punted him right across my room.  When is little body flew through the air, I heard my pretend crowd of giantess cheering my name!  His body hit the wall with a thunk and my imaginary Brazilian commentator, Galvão Bueno, screamed "GOOOOOOAL!!!"

      He laid limp on the floor.  I squatted down as I saw him move.  Resting my elbows on my knees, I waited for his eyes to open.  I wish I had a picture of his face.  He looked so scared but too broken to run away.

      "Let me know when you want to play like that again."  I laughed before he blacked out again.

      I tapped him with the tip of my shoe to wake him but he wouldn't budge.  So finally I took off my shoe and hovered my giant toes very close to his face.

      My foot must have been pretty smelly because when he inhaled he woke up with a fit of racking coughs.  

      He tried to cover his mouth only to realize that I had secured him to the bottom of a wooden box on the floor big enough for a foot.  He looked around and noticed the wood had reddish brown, splattered stains all around.

      "This is my stomp box.  This is where I stomp all the little men I’ve grown tired of."  I informed him as I looked down on him from high above.

      His body began to shake uncontrollably.  His lips moved but no sound came out.

      "He must be praying."  I thought to myself.

      I shrugged dismissively.

      "See I love crushing little men but I hate the mess you make when you pop and I don't like finding little man pieces when I clean.  Little man guts stick easily to my carpet."  I explained casually down to him.

      My demeanor told him that I'm going to crush him without remorse and I won't miss him afterword.  He's too insignificant for that.

      I raised my foot above him so that I could to see his face and he could see mine.

      "Your god will not save you here.  But pray to me, your goddess, that I crush you quick."

      I saw his lips mouth '"goddess" and "mercy".  He shook his head "no" in desperation.  When he saw my giant bare foot begin to step down, he closed his eyes.

      I stomped with so much force that I heard the wooden box slightly crack under my foot.

      "Am I not merciful?"  I asked down to the top of my blood-stained foot.

      When I heard no reply, I smiled and hopped to the bathroom to remove his remains.