The smell was light, but it was still there. Mathew lay face-down, immobile from his resurrection as he tried his best to come up with an idea of where he was. He could tell that this was a shoe, he was laying where the ball of the wearer's foot would be looking inward to where her toes had obviously worn spots in the sole. The air around him though was moving a bit too much for it to be completely enclosed though...
Then, he could hear voices...
"Yes Leskinen, I finished uploading my personality earlier today. The presentation should be good to go." She said, her voice echoing above. "I'll be there soon."
Just then, his world began to shake. He looked back in time to see the toes of a sock slide into the footwear after him. He gasped in shock slightly as Maho's sock-clad foot slid over his little body, dragging him up deeper beneath the toe section of her footwear. He was unable to move, almost as though he was paralyzed beneath her toes... It didn't feel like he was recovering at all from his resurrection paralysis either... He gasped, taking deep breaths of the girls' thick sweat as he felt the fabric of her sock grip down on him.
She felt him there... Though he was too small to bother with, she just assumed him to be a pebble or another foreign object. She didn't question it though, she had a lecture to go to. She had a feeling he wasn't even there yet, but it was still a long walk for her to get there... Mathew felt every step as she walked. What made the experience even more grueling was the constant grinding of her socks fabric into his tiny body. It would seem the only thing he could really control right now was his head and his hands, so he gripped into her sock as tightly as possible when he could to keep from slipping beneath her footfalls.
Then, he could hear her speak... After what felt like hours of this intense torture, her muffled voice could be heard just through the fabric of her sock.
"Hey... Excuse me..." She said, looking up to the man behind the counter. "You work here, right? Which way do I go to get to the staff room?"
He looked down to her with a perplexed look on his face.
"Uh..." He mumbled, trying to find the words to speak. His hesitation got a slight grunt of confusion back from Maho. "Oh, you must be lost. This is a university level conference."
"I'm well aware you idiot" She shouted back. The tiny man beneath her toes could feel her voice shake through his body even... She began to dig through the bag she had on her shoulder. "Same thing every time... You're the fourth person to tell me I'm in the wrong place since I arrived here."
She pulled a badge from her bag and shoved it forward so he could read.
"Victor Chondria University..." He read off her badge to himself, "Part of the brain science institute... Oh, I get it - You're returning someone's..."
Before he could finish, Maho slammed her fists on the table.
"Ugh! Fourth time for that too!" She yelled, turning her badge around for him to see.
"Wait, you're telling me the school is letting in..." He paused... "Middle schoolers?"
The air was knocked from Mat's lungs as she went onto her tip-toes, her weight bearing down on his body as her heels lifted from the sandals she wore. He could hardly breathe, his tiny body gently twitched beneath her toes - though the movements were lost on her. She was frustrated, and while the last three that got her age wrong got a free pass - He was the straw that broke the mini-camel's back...
"Now you're just being insulting!" She shouted up to him, pointing to her birth date on the badge. "There's no university that accepts people that young!"
"You're 21 years old?" He curiously stated, seeing her birth-date.
The rest of the conversation was muffled by her socks and the pressure. He could tell she was still yelling, her voice's quakes went through her entire body rocking his little form to the bone...
*Later*
He had somehow managed to survive several days worth of the abuse. He had just enough strength to keep himself beneath her toes, but when she would take her sandals off - he wouldn't even have the strength to crawl... All he could do was lay there and wait... Taking the overwhelming pleasure and sweat through the days... Whenever she sat down on a normal chair with her shoes on they would dangle, leaving her toes to casually tease him there... He had lost count of the amount of times his little body was [REDACTED], though the glowing blue liquid he produced quickly disappeared into the sock fabric. The sweat had diluted it to the point that it might as well have never existed.
Finally though, he slipped...
His tiny body slipped beneath her footfalls as she climbed the stairwell to Faris' top-floor penthouse. Her focus on transporting her own equipment was enough to keep her mind off of the insignificant little pop she felt beneath her foot... Mathew didn't die instantly though, his intestines popped from his side as he felt his body stick to her shoe more than the sock. As her foot lifted, the fabric lifted from his insignificant little form...
Quickly though, her foot slammed down. The last burst of crushing force was enough to force a final [REDACTED], just before he was sent off to another world.
The crush was so perfect that it left a print of his body in the blood on her sock. He was pasted to her shoe though, shrouded in shadow that she would never notice... Over the course of the next few weeks though, his tiny body would be pounded into nothing but a strange discoloration and his thin blood easily disappeared in the wash