He cleared his throat, his body still sore and shaking from his previous death as he attempted to gather himself enough to be able to move. His fingertips and toes were all that would respond to his commands, which was a start. The room was fairly normal-looking, the only time when his torpor state worried him was when he was out in the middle of the woods and unable to move. Getting attacked by an insect wasn't something that actually had happened to him up to this point, but he didn't put it past the fates knowing his luck. There was a comfortable looking chair directly in front of him, looking down his body he could see where someone might sit in what appeared to be a living room.

And he could hear someone. The individual was nearby, moving around in what sounded like a kitchen. From the way the light shone through some windows, Mathew figured it to be sometime in the early morning shortly after sunrise and the light smell of coffee confirmed this.

He could feel it, his inevitable death coming closer and closer...

The noises in the kitchen stopped, then came the sound of footfalls on a carpeted floor. Whoever it was stopped when she saw the little blue-haired individual on the floor. Mathew looked up, still unable to run for any sort of cover as he saw her standing there. She had wings, one of which had a bandage on it. A beautiful yellow dress, some goggles atop her head, and wonderful dark hair that fell down behind her back. She was absolutely beautiful, stunningly so...

She looked tired though, which further gave credence to the idea that it was early in the morning. She held coffee in her hand, and was obviously heading toward the chair which Mathew was at the foot of. She smiled though, a casual smile... Like someone who just found something fairly fortuitous in their day. Not a sadistic smile, just a calm and happy smile. 'This is going to be a good day', was what Mathew got from her expression.

She walked over to him, careful not to step directly onto his body as she sat down in the chair. Her wings came over the backrest, which seemed designed perfectly for her to be as comfortable as possible in her own home. Helpless, Mathew watched as she got settled in her seat. He couldn't see anything up past her knees though, the rest was blocked with the edge of the chair. As she made herself at home, the television came on and he saw the inevitable.

Her left foot slid over him, her heel resting at his feet as her arch rested atop his body. It was gentle, just a pinning pressure. She hadn't had a shower this morning, and while she likely didn't smell bad to other people, being pressed directly against the sole of her foot was enough to fill his lungs with the light and pleasant musk her soles produced. He was aroused, and she could feel it beneath her sole. Casually, the Angel took a sip of her steaming coffee... Feeling the warmth slide down her throat and settle into her stomach. Unable to help himself, Mathew used what energy he had gathered to lean forward, touching his nose to the sole of her foot... He began to lick, almost as if it were a programmed reaction, and it sent chills up her spine.

As the news played in the background, Angel slowly slid her foot down Mathew's body. She could feel him quake and quiver, shaking as pleasure washed over his body. It was such a small, slow, casual thing... Such little effort she had to put forward to send Mathew into a tailspin of pleasure and Ecstasy. It was always a gamble with humans of his size though, would he be a worshipper or an unwilling participant? She got her answer quickly with his tongue and the obvious pleasure he gathered from her actions.

Bugs are such strange things...

She slid him to her toes, feeling his arousal slip between her great toe and first. Her foot was flat on the ground for a few seconds as she flexed her digits, teasing the human beneath her as she enjoyed her brew...

She didn't have all day, and giving him pleasure wasn't her overall intent... The real fun would begin.

It was always fun to see how a worshiper would turn when introduced to pain...

Her contented smile turned to a smirk of slight sadism as she brought her left arm up over the back of the chair she was in. She lifted her heel, bringing her leg up so that she could apply pressure where and how she wanted it to be applied. The coffee in her right hand she held out a bit, her mouth still warm from the lovely sensation of the energetic brew entering her. She gripped the ground with her toes, pressing into Mathew's legs as his arousal and upper body kept free from the destructive torture.

*Squelch*

His legs crumpled like paper, the muscle pressing from the skin as she - with minimal effort - eliminated his means of any form of escape. When the pain began, he might run... She didn't want to have to chase down a victim so early in the morning.

She could feel his tiny hands pressing up against her great toe as though he stood a chance of removing it from his body without her approval. Angel took another sip of her coffee, the steam rising up into her nose as she enjoyed the feeling of the coffee energizing her - and Mathew's struggles against her toes. If he was going to be compliant, she would make him squirm... Without a care in the world she slid her foot back forward, just so that Mathew's little crippled body was beneath the ball of her foot and her heel could rest comfortably on the ground.

She didn't crush him, she let him writhe...

*Tap*

She lifted her foot idly, and let it fall on him. Angel could feel his breath forced form his body, the wind knocked from his system with the lightest of touches. She lifted her foot again...

*Tap*

She was coaxing more of a reaction from him. She wanted him to squirm, not to worship... It was too early for worship, she needed more coffee for it. Mathew simply had the short stick when it came to timing.

She stopped tapping and began ignoring him, simply resting her foot on his tiny quivering body as though he belonged there. Mathew's lungs filtered the light musky scent through, and to her amazement, the little worshiper was still aroused. Most fetishists, when they understood the gravity of the situation, went into a survival mode... It was rare for one to continue enjoying himself even while he squirmed helplessly beneath her foot.

An hour passed? She didn't take count of the time other than the fact that a few different shows had come on. It could have been two or three hours for all she cared, it was the weekend so she didn't have much to do today. Mathew continued squirming like a good victim though, which was a pleasing turn of events as she took the last sip of her cup of coffee.

"Sorry bug, I have more important things to do than torture you..." She said callously, her beautiful voice almost soothing in a way. It was angelic, the same level of angelic beauty that she personified.

Without warning, she stood up. Mathew let out a light squeak as the air from his lungs was forced out of his body roughly. He resisted for only a second under her soft, warm sole before he popped like a tiny packet of ketchup beneath her foot. She didn't bother to peel him from her sole, she didn't even stop to take in the sensation. He was nothing more than dirt on her foot now...

When her foot lifted from the floor, the only thing that remained was a little spot of red that would fade in a few days. His blood was thin, it wouldn't stain...

He came with her, adorning the sole of her foot like dust trapped on her sole. Casually, she made her way to the kitchen to take care of the coffee mug she had in hand. Mathew only left a few more little red splatters on the floor, each thinner than the last before he no longer left marks anywhere. He was a flattened pelt, his soul trapped in his body until whoever controlled his existence allowed him to pass into the next world he would occupy.

It was his purpose in life, his torture would never end...

The lovely Angel slipped her feet into her sandals near the front door. Mathew's body disappeared against the brown leather as she tied up the thick brown fabric around her ankle to secure the sandal to her foot. She could feel Mathew's pelt of a body beneath her sole, still present... However, she thought him to be long dead.

He still was trapped in his crushed body, to be tortured longer than anticipated...

Once again, Mathew was reduced to an insole... Nothing more than debris to be discarded at the leisure of an Angel.