He had no idea how long he had been crushed inside of her pendant. It was worse than the other prolonged periods he had spent with his tormentors - A constant influx of pleasure and pain mixing together into a torrent for years as the Goddess of Chaos wore him as a pendant. Some times he would be put away for days in a vanity. He saw everything she did, experienced everything she experienced while he was worn. All from the tormented cell of the crystal around her neck. He could see, but he could not hear - It was probably for the best, the walls of the pendant kept him from taking in the screams of the tormented around him.

From time to time he would see her though, another Goddess, a friendly face. Blue eyes, with white hair tipped in blue. She would look at his prison from time to time... Finally, the time came.

Mat had been discarded on a vanity, he had no idea where he was - just that it was familiar. The white haired Goddess approached his tormented prison in the darkness - coming into his field of vision for only a few moments before her hand moved over the crystal in which he was confined. It began to shatter - not completely breaking, but enough that the prison's bars were breached. Mat lingered long enough to see the Goddess glance away and flee before Lillian entered the room once more.

She was successful - after years of plotting to release the tiny human around Lillian's neck, she had finally won a victory for light over her sister. More cuddles to follow~

"Good... I don't think his mind is lost." The Japanese voice filled the dark void of his consciousness as red symbols began to flood his vision once again. "Your experiment was successful - But was it necessary?"

"The test gave us valuable data on it's mental state under duress outside of its programming. I concluded in all world lines associated with that particular reality, Yuki Winters would eventually step in and free it." Her companion stated. "It's mental fortitude is astounding..."

Mathew was released, brought back into the stream so that he could continue his tormented journey of pleasure and pain. His eyes opened in another world, taking a deep breath of air with the lungs that he had not used in ages. His body was immobile, but the pleasure and pain had been washed from him as though he were drained of both. The room he had awoken in was elegant in design - A single bed that sat atop what appeared to be a fur rug, two windows, a desk, and a small table with a chair before it.

"Nice place..." A voice slid through the room as the sound of footsteps filled Mat's ears. He barely had enough energy to move his head to see who was speaking... A tall woman, dark skinned with beautiful hair pulled up in a bun. She had some scars on her arms and shoulders, and even through her clothing he could tell she was strong and well defined. He thought her to be military trained by the way she carried herself. "Worth the Gil..."

Mat couldn't speak - His throat was hoarse, and he couldn't find the words even if he was in perfect health. She walked forward, the soles of her boots showing dust and dirt with each step as she set down her large bag on the bed nearby. Her right boot stepped down next to him, just barely off of the white carpet and on the hard tile floor. From his vantage point he could see her well - down to the sweat on her skin. The close call was enough to send his 'programming' wild, filling his body with raw pleasure as the sole of her boot's heel lifted from the ground to hover over him. He had awoken with a pair of black boxers on to cover his arousal, though it still stuck up like a little tent.

She reached her arms up over her head, her heel coming down and nearly crushing Mat's arm as her stance shifted slightly. She stretched, taking a step to the side and over Mat's little body before she crouched to untie her shoe laces.

"The Garden's going to be upset when I get back and tell them it was all a hoax..." Krista groaned as she began unlacing her shoes, "I wonder who actually put in the commission though."

Just then, she saw him on the ground. A little insect with blue hair laying on his back looking up to her. She rose a brow as she stepped out of her boots, her right foot nearly landing atop his body. Her socks matched her shirt in color, the gust of wind sent a thick smell into Mat's little lungs further pushing him into an intoxicated state. He was recovering, but the pleasure she had idly given him was hindering the process. She let out a light chuckle, smirking at the insect on the ground as she crouched down again to get a better look at him.

"i don't believe it..." She grumbled as she reached her index finger down, gently nudging him. His arm moved a bit as he let out a gentle moan, showing off the tattoo on his shoulder. "Well... Whatever it is fits the description."

Her index finger slid over the lump in his thinly veiled pants, though she didn't pay any attention to it. Mathew whimpered, getting a positive response from her touching to tell her that he was indeed alive. All of the information she had been able to gather on her target, no matter how extraordinary it was, was accurate. There he was, an insect-sized human being on the floor of her apartment room as though fate had brought the two together. Slowly she stood again, looking down to him with cold green eyes as he lay on the floor. Her left foot, still clad in a sweat-soaked sock, slid over his body and gently pinned him down beneath the ball. She could feel him writhe beneath her, his hands grip the fabric as his lungs drew in the breath she knew to be horrendous. She hadn't bathed in days on her search for him - though at first she thought her target to be a full-sized human being and not some insect.

She hesitated, gently flexing her toes over the insect as she thought about his fate....

"Why would someone pay so much to have a SeeD kill a bug..." She said curiously, letting her foot's idle weight pin Mat down. "Must be pretty important to take care of."

Mat could feel the sweat and heat radiate around him. Her foot's pungent scent filled his lungs, his eyes watered from the salty air as his arousal pressed through the fabric into her sock. She had him pinned, but he wasn't to the point of breaking quite yet... He took deep breaths, drinking the scent in and enjoying his own personal pleasures... 'Programming', the voices had referred to it as. After a few minutes of thinking to herself, her foot lifted from his little body on the ground. He watched as she began to remove her socks, her eyes still locked on his little body as the sweat soaked attire was brought to her hand. Still standing next to her boots, she lifted her left foot's toe over the little bug on the floor and set it atop his body.

Mat whimpered, her warm skin ripe with the odor that drove his 'programming' wild. Slowly she slid it up his body, positioning him beneath the ball of her foot as her bare skin pressed down on his.

"Easy Gil..." She said with a smirk, slowly pressing down on him. She could feel his breath leave his lungs, gusting against her skin slightly before she lifted her foot a bit to force air back into his body. She had thought about killing him some other way, but he was an insect after all. Humanesque or no, she was going to make a decent payday off of his confirmed death.

The pressure increased again. Mat whimpered out, his little hands gently clawing at her skin sending a chill up the girl's spine as she felt him move. It was interesting - taking away a life in such a mundane way... Directly against her sweaty skin like a bug - humiliating the little creature in such a way. Bones began to splinter and pop beneath her weight as her toes touched the solid ground. She'd never thought of what it might be like to step on a living, shrunken, human being - but now she was experiencing it. The more weight she put on him, the more he broke beneath her. Eventually, she felt his intestines burst from his abdomen and his skull collapse against her skin like a little grape. Her cold, green eyes looked to the ground as she lifted her heel, digging the ball of her foot further into his corpse and twisting him back and forth like snuffing out a cigarette.

Casually, she sat down with her back against the bed. Her right arm slung over the foot of the bed while she brought her left leg over her knee. There was no body in the blood on the ground, he was definitely stuck to her skin.

"This commission's payout is going to be nice..." She said to herself, looking down to Mat's flattened body stuck to the bottom of her foot. Instead of cleaning him up immediately, she just examined him casually from afar. She wondered what his story was - how he became what he was... If there was a specific type of magic capable of shrinking a person down like that - maybe he was a captive that used magic to escape? Either way, her search ended in Dollet by pure chance at her hotel room.

It didn't matter - He was dead, she finished her mission.