No voices this time... He simply came to consciousness once more, his body quaking as he lay in a fairly familiar setting. Divots for toes surrounded him, he could feel his body laying in one of the creases made from constant wear. Light cascaded in from the opening of what he assumed to be a boot, the air damp and thick with the smell of sweat. It slowed his recovery time and clouded his mind, filling him again with that energetic sensation he had been so accustom to at this point.

Every so often the light would disappear for just a moment. The shadow of toes loomed above, then they would be replaced with the light from before. His recovery was long, but eventually he gathered the energy to pull himself forward. The tip of the shoe was pointed, but the heel was low - it wasn't that difficult, though each drag of his body caused a sharp influx of pleasure to assault him.

When he finally got to the entrance, he rolled to his back and looked up to see what was above. Exactly what the shadows had shown him - toes. She leaned forward enough that he could see her beautiful hair. She had some marks on her face though... Scars perhaps? Her right eye seemed to stay closed, but even with that flaw she looked absolutely stunning. Then, the inevitable happened. Gently she began to slide her socks back onto her feet, preparing to put her footwear back on...

Execution time...

She gripped the sides of the boot and slid it forward, though her eyes were keen. She saw him laying there, his body bare as he gazed up to her. Her scarred lips curled into a smile as she examined him, her eye matching the beautiful color of her hair. She spoke... It was a language he didn't know, something that was her own. A few words slid over him like snakes coiling around their prey, though there was one word he did understand at the very end of her little speech to herself...

"Sacrifice..."

While she spoke, she was busy undoing what she had just done. She took her sock back off, setting it aside. The trees blew in the background, swaying back and forth as her toes slid into the opening of her boot with no regard for Mat's little life. Before they made contact though, the floor bucked - It sent him back to the toe section, to roll onto his back chased by the soft digits of her foot. Even without much light he could still see them, the tips lifting over his body only to pull him into the cocoon of flesh as she tugged her boot on tightly. She didn't want him to get to safety, not the safety of the boot's tip.

Mathew squirmed, his arousal pressed to the flesh that was already warm. It soon began to sweat as she sat, murmuring her own language to herself again as she looked around her happily. She could feel his pleasure, she could feel he was willing... A willing sacrifice for her, something for her to give to her gods...

Hours passed, though it felt like days. Mat had been in this situation before, lasting for years at a time sometimes - it warped his sense of time. Such a short period, a simple day, seemed to last an eternity as she walked. The sweat built up, further bringing him into a state of maddening ecstasy as she casually went about her day. What was she doing? Wandering around the forest? He couldn't hear the sounds of a city, all he could hear was the defining step of her footfalls, all he could do was hope that his paralyzed body would keep from sliding beneath her sole. The torture was all he had...

He survived - For now...

When she returned to her home, she sat down. Surrounded by dolls and other artifacts she had collected, she removed her footwear. Her toes clenched around Mat's little body as she giggled in delight, dropping him to his back on the floor before her. Her lips began to move, and her language began to fill the air once more.

This time it had purpose as her eye was locked upon Mat's immobile body. He was helpless at her feet, unable to move from the long day of heat and overwhelming ecstasy that filled his body. Her words seemed to echo into the form of a chant as she gently moved her sweat-coated sole above his tiny body. She set her heel on him, feeling him quake beneath her as she slowly drug her foot back. The slick skin slid across his little body causing him to scream, the sweat draining into his mouth as he reached her toes.

Her foot lifted, and so did his little knees. When it came down, pinning him against the ball of her foot, his little legs spread. His arousal was pressed against his abdomen, throbbing and pulsing with life as his hands clawed at the sole of her foot. The chanting continued as the pressure began to pour on... Slowly.

*Snap*

A rib shattered, and shortly after that the joints began to pop out of place. His abdomen began to bulge outward from the pressure as his intestines attempted to seek any space they could gather. His skull, forced face-first into her sole, had already started to splinter and crack. She could feel him twitching, his arms pressing against her skin...

This was how he should be sacrificed - Somehow she knew. Casually she rested her left elbow on a nearby table, leaning back as her toes began to flatten down on the floor. With a gentle press, Mat's body broke. His lungs let out a sharp 'squeak' as the air was forced from them. His intestines popped from his tiny body as blood and cerebrospinal fluid drained from his ears and crushed nose. His head had flattened out significantly, but his skull's skin kept everything inside. The organ it housed began to malfunction, causing his body to twitch whenever it could...

He was damaged, but he was aware. The brain was only the organ used to control his physical self, it no longer housed conscious thought. It was the puppet to his spirit, which was now his personal being.

The increases in pressure marked an increase in the intensity of her chant's words. It was almost rythmic, each time she would reach the end of a sentence - more pain would follow. Mathew's soul remained in his body until she finished her chant, ending with a press into the ground - she felt his body flatten to the width of a sheet of paper as the organs that attempted to escape also met with a crushing fate.

To finish her sacrifice, she lifted her foot. His body was plastered to his skin... She got him close enough to the glowing ritualistic symbol floating around her hand, and he could feel it now.

Draining him, sapping away the pleasureful energy he had gathered as though it were a leech to what he had become. Normally the creatures she sacrificed would have their souls taken from them and given to her Gods, however, he was a special case. It gave them something far more valuable than a single soul...

Vital Energy, the raw essence of vitality and the building block of every world line - every universe - every reality. The energy he was gathering, it was something special ~

Meu could tell she pleased her Gods greatly with her sacrifice. When she was satisfied that he was finished, she casually began to clean him off of the sole of her foot with a dark cloth rag. He was still there, attached to his flattened body as it was discarded nearby. The useful energy he had housed was already utilized, and she was positively delighted that she was able to sacrifice a willing soul to appease her Gods.

And he was sent back to the stream - Back into the cycle of rebirth to play again...

To die again...