"Ugh..." Elizabeth groaned as she caught a glimpse of a little blue speck on the shelf.

This place was just crawling with these little pests. She'd been running into them left and right, but there wasn't much she could do about it other than simply kill them all when she saw them. Mathew couldn't do anything either... He lay quaking on the wooden shelf, whimpering to himself in pleasure as she gazed down to his insignificant little form. It would be a quick kill - but that wasn't something that Elizabeth was particularly concerned with. To her, it only would last a few quick seconds. She didn't bother using her fingertips - They were soft, and she didn't really want to touch the bug herself. Something harder and far more effective would do - Something she had on hand at all times...

Mathew watched as she brought her pinky finger over his little form. The metal nub came into contact with his front, but the moment it touched the tip of the little lump between his legs - time seemed to slow down... He couldn't move at any speed faster than normal, but time did indeed seem to slow. He seemed to perceive things at a rate much faster than what he was used to...

That wasn't a good thing...

In Elizabeth's time-frame, she simply pressed her metal-clad fingertip down on the little bug until he burst. It was quick and efficient... She felt his poor little body resist for only a second before an audible crunch and squelch could be heard. But for Mathew, this death was drawn out.

As her metal fingertip pressed down on the front of his little body, Mat's tiny arousal was forced down between his legs. He felt a horrendous wave of pleasure run through him the likes of which he hadn't felt in such a simple motion. He couldn't even react to it either, all he could do was take it in as his ultra perception did not affect his physical form at all. Then, the warm tip of her finger pressed down on his chest. He felt every bit of it radiate through his body... His face was forced to the side so that he was gazing directly toward the necklace around Elizabeth's neck...

A cage...

Somehow, he thought that to be significant for some reason. Perhaps there was a purpose to his slowed perception other than to prolong his torture. It was so strange to feel life in this slow of motion, it was something he hadn't thought that he could actually do. His mind must have been working at an ultra-fast speed in order for this to happen... He could feel every slow, rhythmic pulse of blood through his veins as his chest began to press down. He felt every bit if air press from his lungs... He felt the power of her fingertip as his skull began to take the brunt of the force. His eyes began to bulge from their sockets in a painfully aware bit of pressure as his mouth was forced open. He felt his hips begin to press away from each other before reaching the point where they splintered in two. His stomach squished outward like a little penny as his intestines were forced to find a place to exist before bursting from his sides....

He...

Felt...

Everything...

A quick second for her. A simple press of her fingertip on his tiny body and he was destroyed. It was so trivial, his death was just a passing second for her. She carelessly wiped his remains off on her hip, most of which fell to the floor anyway as she walked off to continue her day in the library....

To him, that second was an eternity....