Mathew awoke with the feeling of sweaty skin on his little body, though he was not in any pain. The pressure was just enough to pin him down, and the smell was absolutely divine. As always, the little one had to wait for a while for his body to start responding to his actions. He was a doll...

Elizabeth stood alone in her prison, holding a book in her hands. She had just finished organizing a mess that she had made a few days prior - simply a study session on lock picking and other small skills she might find useful if she ever made her way out of this place. She had quite a few locks around to successfully test her skills with, but none of the locks lead to the outside world. The one that did was far too advanced for a simple lock picking book to help her with. That was what she had in her hands, the book that seemed to be her ticket out of this place... If she could make it out on her own.

She let out a light sigh. Elizabeth could feel Mathew's body beneath her toe, but it was indistinguishable from any other pebble. Gently, she began to roll the little one beneath her toe. Mathew whimpered as the skin above him moved, forcing him to roll around uncomfortably as the unforgiving toe played with him. Every so often it would drag him around, lifting just enough to let him get a full view of the skin before him... He couldn't even move, so he couldn't struggle to get her to feel something 'odd' even if he wanted to.

Today was the day~

July 6th, 1912. The day of Columbia's succession... Celebrations were going on far below her little prison, but none of that interested her. Freedom... Paris... Anywhere but here, anywhere but this terrible place that had become such a burden on her life. Songbird was just a jailer, keeping her from her full potential.

She slid her foot forward, losing track of the little pebble beneath her toe as she did so. While lost in her own thoughts, Elizabeth shifted her weight onto the little man beneath her. Mathew could feel his body compress as the skin pressed down on him. The air was forced from his lungs, his head was forced to the side, and his rib cage began to creak from the pressure... However, the little one did not break. He was just small enough to fit in the creases of her great toe, right where it meets the ball of her foot. He could feel her sweat encompass his tiny form, his heart pounded violently in his chest as he tried his best to deal with the overwhelming pleasure of his situation.

Casually, Elizabeth brought her foot up so that her toe rested on the wooden floor. She glanced back over to her nylons and boots off to the side, considering donning her footwear again. She had a list of things to do in order to pass the time... However, she was growing increasingly restless. She gently tapped the tip of her toe on the ground, sending Mathew for a ride... The tiny bug was stuck tightly to her skin, forced to breathe the thick scent and hope that he wouldn't be discarded back onto the ground beneath her toe.

He wasn't.

After a few more minutes deep in thought, Elizabeth made her way toward the bookshelf to put away the lock picking book she had in her hands. For once, she simply wished that she could be part of some sort of festivity... Or have some sort of human contact other than those she's seen before. Mathew felt each step she took as she walked to the bookshelf. The ground came up fast each time, smacking his back with enough force to knock the wind out of him each time.

Elizabeth didn't waste any more time... She grabbed her shoes and her stockings. Mathew was busy gasping for air in an attempt to get his breath back when the world around him filled with nylon. He hardly noticed his predicament until it was too late, and he was already trapped deep inside of her nylon. It was only a matter of time before she slipped her boots back onto her feet...

As he descended into her footwear, the entire environment changed. It was already warm and musky because of his proximity to her feet, but inside of her boot was much worse. The leather walls kept a lot of the heat in as her foot slid into place inside of her boot. He moaned, nearly screaming in pleasure as he was trapped once again beneath someone's foot inside of their shoe. Elizabeth didn't care enough about the little bit of dirt on her toe to even register his presence as she flexed her toes inside of her footwear...

After securing her shoes, Elizabeth stood from her chair and jogged her way into the main room...

The world was dark for the little one beneath her foot. Every step she took hit him with the same force as before, knocking the wind out of his tiny body. It sent his form into a panic, gasping for air with each breath he could. It was definitely a strange sort of torture, and it was completely messing with his system. To make matters worse, there wasn't really enough space beneath her toe for him to survive for very long. Every step did more and more damage, beating him down again and again with each stride. She was completely unaware of his plight as she moved about...

Later That Day

The day came to an end just as all the others had before. It was strange... She felt like something was missed.

"He's not coming..." She heard from behind, "Strange..."

"Rosalind?" Elizabeth said quizzically as she turned to face the stranger who stood alone on the other side of the room. "Who's not coming?"

"Infinite possibilities." Another voice said, this one off to the side.

The man sat on the stairwell leading up toward the upper level. Elizabeth had seen both of them before, but it didn't help her confusion. How did they get into this place? It was locked up, and there was no sign of her captor anywhere. She made her way over toward Rosalind, each step sending a wave of pain through the little creature beneath her toe. With all the walking she did around the room, Mathew was already fairly broken down. He was just a little bit of pressure away from bursting... His skin was discolored and bruised all over, and his bones had all been pulverized. He was essentially just a bag of sentient meat and fractured bones at this point in time.

"She's not alone though." Rosalind said in a matter of fact tone.

"The Transient is with her..." Robert replied, "I wonder if she can make it without the other."

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked politely. "I'm always alone, and I'm not altogether convinced either of you are real."

"She thinks her opinion of our existence matters." Robert chuckled, "You've met someone - It's just not who you were supposed to meet. I wonder what you will become in this reality..."

"I think she's strong enough to make it on her own." Rosalind said confidently. "We'll be watching with great interest, I'm sure. First though - You have to escape this place and find your true calling. Your reality is your own, Elizabeth."

"You're putting too much on her shoulders. She needs Booker." Robert said, flipping a coin idly. "I doubt she even knows how to operate a firearm on her own."

Mathew was about to give out. He felt his skin begin to tear as she stood upon his tiny form... Then, after a full day of being pulverized into a tender little humanoid blob, he finally burst. His intestines popped from his side. The torture was finally over for the little one, he was free to travel to another reality far beyond his own.

"Run." Rosalind said softly. Just then, the sound of a door opening from behind could be heard.

It was Father Comstock...