He had been trapped in his last body for quite some time, disappearing as acids ate away at him. Slowly the churning sounds faded to silence, the pain to the same cold and dark solace he had been so used to feeling after his torments. His vision would flash a light blue just as the feeling of water cascading over his tiny body would fill him. He was starting to be more sensitive to the person he would become... The creature, he would be come. While he looked the same, internally... Things were changing, significantly. Under a microscope he wouldn't look human at all - the proteins that made him were being replaced entirely with an energy substitute. He was, in essence, becoming a physical manifestation of a spirit...
He awoke unable to move, his body paralyzed on the cold floor for a moment. It took some time, but slowly he was able to bring himself up onto his elbows and look down. Clothes? For the first time in a long while he had manifested with the outfit he was last in. Camouflage pants and a black tanktop... He wasn't in any shape to move from danger though, he could hardly keep himself up on his arms let alone run.
The door swung open gently with a light hum... His tiny heart skipped a beat. Her paws padded around the kitchen floor as she went about her day. He watched as she moved, keeping an eye on her paws as she trampled little unseen bits of crumbs. Each one disappearing and sticking to her paw, each one sending a little pulse of adrenaline through his beating heart. He swallowed deeply, clearing his tiny throat as she began to approach him. Like many times before, he didn't move... Even if he had the energy he wouldn't have, he was captivated. The more he was tortured, the less human he became, the more addicted to his punishment he was.
He didn't know if he had been seen or not as her paws came to settle down. One to his side, the other... Right atop his frail form. Her pad landed over his head as her heel hovered ominously above him. He stared up in awe at the fur coating her sole, every beat of his tiny heart sending another pulse of pleasure radiating through his body. The paw was forward though... And gently, it lifted. He watched the pad come to hover over his body before he was callously forced back to the ground...
The pressure wasn't painful to start off with, his little heels gently scraping against the tile [REDACTED]. It took a moment... He didn't know what she was doing, if she was playing with him or she simply didn't care, but he was there. The pad was soft for now, the scent... Wonderful to the little creature. He quivered, shifting where he could... Then... The tortuously intense and confusing feeling of bones breaking.
Each snap and crack sent both a shock of agony and pleasure through his body he couldn't adequately describe. To her it was probably over in a few seconds, an insect snuffed out... To him, his perception of time had changed to allow these seconds to last an eternity. His body collapsed as his intestines pressed out of the space between his shirt and pant line. He didn't stand a chance, snuffed out so callously... Her heel settled down as she continued what she was doing. He never got a good look at her task, but it was clear that he didn't mean much in the scheme of things. Slowly his legs joined, flattening out under the ball-pad of her paw...
Unbeknownst to her, he was still alive after being crushed. Every agonizing second mixed with horrendous world-shattering pain and mentally crippling pleasure. Step after step she would take, his body stuck firmly to the pad of her paw...