He didn't have the time to even open his eyes before he felt something upon him. His chest pressed in, forcing air to wheeze out of his tiny lungs where he lay. He could feel fur around his face as what he assumed to be digits flexed over him... And a light purring. When the object lifted he saw exactly what it was - an adorable little paw lifted off of his incredibly minuscule form as a blue-eyed feline gazed down upon his tiny, bare body.
The toe-beans came back down, pressing him further into the ground as his arms slid out slightly from where he lay. He moved, which meant he was alive... And fair game. The cat felt his movements and pressed harder, until a little cracking shot up through the feline's paw. Its forepaw came back off of Mat as he whimpered, his hips had fractured under that press - most of the pressure focused around his pelvis and abdominal area... Then another press, the pad of the kitty's cute little paw was quite unforgiving.
He felt his organs shift inside of his little body as the pressure grew. The place that the kitty was pressing on was a fairly sensitive area as well, especially from his previous endeavors. It added a mixture of pleasure and pain to the ordeal... A sensation he was exposed to often nowday.
The cat's paw lifted once more, this time with blood staining the cute little main pad of it's. He couldn't tell if it was a female or male from his position - but he didn't particularly care. He had a wonderful welcome to this new world already and he hardly spent any time in it. He didn't even get to see his surroundings before the feline got to him.
Another press... And Mat felt his intestines slide out of his abdomen. He coughed as his midsection snapped under the kitty's playful weight. When the paw lifted once more, there was more blood to be shown. He stopped moving as well, blood had filled his mouth from the feline's attentions... Apparently, that meant Mat was dead ~ And a wonderful gift for the master!
He thought he was about to be eaten as the cat's maw came down on him, however, instead of actually biting into him the cat snagged his blue hair in it's teeth. Roughly it lifted Mat's body, nearly ripping his hair from his scalp as he was taken up into the air. He didn't see where he was going, but he could feel his intestines had fallen out of his little body and had made themselves at home over his pelvis. It was a strange feeling, to be displayed while eviscerated...
Then, the smell of his own blood was vastly outweighed by another smell. This one much stronger, and somewhat familiar. He looked down past his entrails to the mouth of a rather large boot. Heat radiated from the darkness below, and the smell was already worse than he had experienced before with any of the other girls he had been killed by. Then, the kitty's mouth opened - and gravity took hold.
Mat fell, rolling to his back as he descended to see the feline's proud face as it looked into it's owner's boot. The air made his eyes water instantly, and it was almost as though the air itself stung his open wounds like a salty atmosphere. He landed abruptly on the boot's well-worn insole. It was grimy, compacted with a thick layer of dirt and sweat that he could feel. The owner had either been using these recently, or simply failed to bathe regularly. Either way, his lungs could hardly take the strain.
It seemed like hours had passed marinating where he was. It was... Both pleasureful and painful at the same time. A strange torture to say the least. The desert's sun didn't let the inside of the boot cool down for a second. He was out in the open, watching the sky as the sun trailed from one side of the boot's opening to the other. It kept him cooking it felt like, and if he wasn't more resilient than a normal human being now, he'd have died of heat stroke. Not able to sweat in a humid, musky prison worse than any he had felt to this point - and he had been trapped in several tight places for long periods of time like this. It was difficult to 'beat' the things he had experienced, but this had done so miraculously.
Then, the sun went away abruptly. The shadowy figure above reached down, grabbing each edge of the boot and lifting him and his prison off of the floor. He tumbled up the side of the indent worn by what seemed like years of use, only to be hurled deeper into the musky toe section of her shoe.
Puzzle stood in front of her boots with one in hand, the other still on the ground as she lifted her right foot over the mouth of her most useful pair of boots. She lived in the middle of a desert on the crashed hulk of an airship, water was used for very important things like hydration for her and her cats... Which meant the only time she could bathe was in the gutter in a town or city from time to time, and Mathew was about to experience what it was like to be a pebble stuck in her shoe. To make matters worse for him, she only had on her foot-wraps that she wore around whenever she was barefoot. She didn't have anyone to impress, it was simply whatever was comfortable for her.
Mat watched as her toes slid into the boot. He was in the perfect place on the arch of her insole where her toes met the sweat-and-dirt ridden fabric, tucking him right between her great toe and first as she slid her foot in. He watched as his legs disappeared beneath Puzzle's grimy skin, only to be assaulted as she slid her foot into her shoe. He could feel the bones break as she settled in, and when her heel popped into place - she began to wiggle her toes.
His legs were gone, crushed beneath the ball of her foot as the intensity of the heat nearly tripled. As sweat and dirt mixed into his open wounds, the little one screamed in pain... It was bittersweet - This was the most painful, most exhausting, and darkest place he had been in so far... Yet he was still loving every second of it.
He had truly been warped in the mind by this point in his journey. Pain wasn't the same as it was before he had shrunken, it was something he desired - especially in this sort of way... And it was something Puzzle was going to give him. She felt him there between her toes, which is why the digits began to wiggle. However, it wasn't going to save him. She lived in the desert, which was obvious by the sand caked between her cute and dirty digits.
He was just a pebble to her, one of hundreds she'd dealt with, and she'd grown accustom to pebbles in her shoe. They no longer bothered her...
It was going to be a very... very slow death...