Paralyzed~

It was a common occurrence whenever he came back to life in another world. His body would take a while to recover... He began to wonder what was actually happening to him once more - He wondered if his deaths were real. How could he possibly be here after having experienced it so much? Did he actually die in each world he came across? There was something lingering in the back of his mind, pushed back by the reeling pleasure that kept him obedient... Were the bodies he inhabited even remotely close to his anymore?

There were so many unanswered questions about his journey, but there was one thing he felt for sure was true - The more he was copied, the less human he became. He was already fairly sure his body was being manipulated and controlled somehow - somewhere...

Was there something more sinister about his life now? Something dark?

His mind was foggy... He could hear, but he could not see or smell. The light sound of music rang in his ears as though it was being played at a distance, muffled by walls of some sort. His sight seemed to take a few extra minutes to come back to him... All he knew was that he was not alone. Maybe this version of him was blind, perhaps something went wrong with the copying process he had become so accustom to. He was reeling in pleasure from the last life he had experienced, and whoever was pulling the strings with his existence did not let that pleasure dissipate. He felt he no longer had any human left in his body anymore... Every cell of his body was new, replaced with something... Different.

He had lost his humanity long ago. He could still think, he could still feel and see - but he was no longer, strictly, a human being.

Then, a dot... Like laying at the bottom of a well, like he could see the light at the top peering down from high above. Smell slowly came back, and while it was still faint, he could smell it - That smell he had become so addicted to, the scent of someone's foot. It wasn't very potent, but it was still present.

Slowly his vision began to fill from that one dot like spilled ink spreading across a paper. What he could make out was also a very familiar sight, one he had often found himself face to face with - it was a wall of skin. Finally, after such a long time of waiting, he could see once more. He wasn't blind... The sound of music had become clearer to him now as well, the skin he had identified gently bobbed up and down - each motion showed life. It was rythmic to the songs playing in the background, but sometimes whoever it was would stop...

The sight sent waves of pleasure into Mat's tiny body. It was crippling. His mind was still in a fog, he couldn't think well - he couldn't control his body, not to move or even speak.

He looked up, his eyes responding to his commands. What he saw were toes, beautiful digits that moved and swayed. Every so often one might twitch... Then the shock came to his little body... The skin came down enough to touch him. His face was forced to the side slightly as the wall of warm flesh gently came to rest against his body. Pulses of energy shocked through him with each beat of his heart, and with his ear against her skin, he could hear the beat of her heart as well. They were both in tune with one and other, each time his heart beat, hers did too...

Mai held her stylus as she watched the screen, masterfully putting her skills to work. The image was nearly done - only a few more hours. She could feel the little being beneath her foot, though it didn't register that anything of that nature could be alive. Mathew was perfectly still, perfectly in rhythm with her own energies that to her it felt like a small bit of debris on the ground. She couldn't even feel his breath, she was far too focused on her work.

The music picked up once again, and she began to gently tap her foot...

*Pat*

*Pat*

*Pat*

The little creature beneath her had been thrown into ecstasy. He was programmed to after all - Even the voices in his head confirmed that. Mathew had experienced so many deaths, so many cruel tortures at the hands of cruel people that he no longer knew if any of his memories before the journey began were real. Did he have this fetish before? Or was he simply programmed to think that he did...

*Pat...*

*Pat...*

Each thump of her foot was gentle. It was enough to control his breathing but not incredibly destructive.

Hours passed it seemed... Every so often her foot would come back to rest on him. The skin was warm and comforting, even though he hadn't seen her face, he could tell she was a kind soul. Without warning though, her foot slid back off of him. The action sent a massive shock of pleasure into his little body, unwittingly ensuring that he would remain immobilized until her return. Mai stood from her comfortable chair and set the stylus down, showing Mathew exactly what she looked like...

Beautiful was what came to his feeble... Programmed mind. She hadn't looked down to see what she had underfoot for so long. It wasn't important, what was important was food. Still humming to the music that had already stopped, she made her way casually out of the room and left Mat's quivering little body there on the floor. He could see far more now of the room he was in - the chair she sat in, the computer desk... A feline resting in the distance. The cat didn't see him, which was fortunate at this point since he was unable to flee from the feline's chase.

A few minutes passed and she returned, holding in her left hand a cup of noodles that had been opened. Mat watched as she approached...

Her right foot slid over his body as she stepped over to the computer. The wall of skin he had been under for so long became rock hard, the pressure far too great for his form to take. The air rushed from his lungs as bones instantly snapped from the impact. He could feel his sides split open, allowing his intestines and other organs to ooze from his body in search of space to exist in. His hips both snapped at once at the tailbone, crumpling away as all of his joints dislocated at once. His head, which was once forced gently to the side, had been put under enough pressure for his little eyes to bulge from their sockets.

She didn't notice him...

Maybe it was just her being intent on her work, or her mind being elsewhere... She sat back down fairly casually with controller in hand, slipping the cord between her legs to set it on her lap as she reached for the stylus to resume her work. The cat had awoken across the room, stretching atop some of her sketches as she held her food in her left hand. She hadn't started to eat yet though - but she did resume her work. Her foot lifted off of Mathew's body, which stuck to her skin for a second before falling back to the ground.

He was still alive... He watched as his intestines, which were still stuck to her skin, trailed upward into the sky. The further her foot got away from him, the more he felt himself unraveling like pulling a string on an old blanket... His spirit was trapped...

He hadn't outright experienced death when he was a person long ago, so he had no true idea if this would be considered normal. His heart weakly pumped blood out of his body as he gazed up to the bottom of her foot... His intestines broke, the little rope that would hardly have been as thick as a strand of hair fell to the ground leaving only a bit attached to her skin. By the time it had hit the ground, her foot came back down to meet it.

*Whump...*

And with that, Mat's little battered skull splintered down the center. The tapping of her foot resumed as she multi-tasked for several hours... Eventually, after the art had been completed and her game had been won - she did notice his corpse. His true identity was a mystery though, she casually took a nearby tissue and wiped the blood from the bottom of her foot. His corpse came up off of the ground easily as well, though when she was finished with it - he didn't even resemble a human being. She didn't question it, immediately believing it to be a berry or bit of strange sauce that had been dropped on the floor.

His body was carelessly discarded in the trash, and his soul left once again to another universe.