"Aghn..." Mathew whimpered out, his body quaking from his previous death.

He was sore, unable to move and tired. He was a lot of things, but 'Safe' was not one of them. The sound of shoes and footsteps shuffling all around him filled his ears as the pounding pulse of music vibrated through his entire being. The loud, deep vibrations had a strange affect on the little one - each pulse of the music sent a wave of vibrations through his back and up his little arousal. He cleared his throat, almost tearing up at the overwhelming sensations that he had been given... That, and there was nothing keeping him back - the voices in his head were silent, they just let the pleasure continue to build from life to life.

The red-hot ash of a lit cigarette fell through the air down toward him, bouncing off his little chest before falling a few inces away. It scorched his skin, but that wasn't the worst of his problems. The girl who dropped danced dangerously close, her dark sandal so close that he could smell the sweat from the soles of her feet. Every so often her heel would lift over him, filling his sight with the sole of her shoe before it would come down a few inches away.

He looked down his own little body toward his feet to see if he could see anything more, barely able to move his head. He saw something that was mildly terrifying - a cockroach. It hadn't seen him yet, and he didn't really think it was a huge threat to his existence, but it was still unsettling. As he was thinking all of this to himself, a shadow emerged from the flashing light overhead. It wasn't aiming for him, it was for the insect. The little creature didn't stand a chance as a sandal-clad foot came slamming down atop it. Mat got a perfect view as the creature was crushed, spewing the gooey insides all over the cement floor. She appeared to step in gum as well, but that didn't stop her.

As she twisted her foot in the dance, he could hear the sound of the bug being ground into the unforgiving concrete. It caused him to exhale a shaky breath, knowing that was likely going to be his fate as well.

Before she could lift her foot to reveal the dead creature, he saw it. The dark pair of sandals above him that had been teasing him before came to rest on his upper body. He couldn't scream, but he didn't really want to either. He wasn't being crushed... It simply rested on him... Teasing him...

He began to lick, lapping up the dirt and grime as she stood there. Catching her breath? Maybe... It wasn't long before her rest had come to an end and her weight shifted.

*Squelch...*

His legs curled up a bit around the footwear as his upper body was crushed. When his spirit no longer commanded his physical form, his left leg fell limp to the ground. The right still had the knee bent though, simply propped up by circumstance. When her foot lifted, it took Mathew's upper torso with her... Like debris on the dance floor, he was simply trash to be crushed into nothing...

The girl who crushed the roach finished off his lower half. Her foot lifted off the flattened creature and landed directly on Mathew's legs, twisting him into the dust. Part of him stayed with each girl, stuck in the tread of their sandals while the majority of his body was spread around the dance floor.

Just garbage to be flattened underfoot...