Hang On

"Climb onto my toes." Melissa's voice commanded in a tone that would have been scary even to a normal-sized person. The fact she hadn't squished you outright when she noticed you was concerning, but disobeying a woman nearly 100 times your size was a certain way to end up a bloody smear. Her bright-green eyes watched you struggle to mantle her green-painted big toe through her rounded-rectangular glasses. There was a cold cleverness behind them, and something a little more worrying, sadism? malice? it was hard to tell but you could see she saw you as nothing more than a plaything or an insect, maybe both. The sweat on her toes caused you to slip a little as you stood up to your full height -still shorter than her big toe- triumphantly on top of it. It smelled pungent and faintly sweet, but there wasn't enough on top of her foot that it was too noticeable. "Good job, bug. Lets make things a little harder." Melissa lifted her foot off the ground, just a few inches to her, though the small movement would have shaken you off if you hadn't dropped to a crawl and hung on with all you had. Her skin was warm against your naked body, clinging to it for life, a strangely comforting sensation despite your incredibly dangerous position. "You'll need to hang on better than that if you're going to play my little game." She condescended. "Maybe I should explain the rules first, or rather, rule. You just have to hang on to my foot as long as you can. If you fall off before I get bored, I crush you." She explained matter-of-factly. She started by crossing her legs, slowly and methodically, it wasn't hard to hang on, though you got the feeling it wasn't supposed to be yet. Once her legs were crossed she began to roll her ankle, taking you around in a wide circle. It wasn't fast but the constant tilting of her foot threatened to pull you downwards. It was at this moment you noticed how intently Melissa was watching. There was a faint smile on her pretty lips and a calm thrill in her eyes like a cat playing with a mouse. It was never good to be the mouse. She began to scrunch her toes, causing you to scramble forward to the knuckle, an action she giggled at softly. From there you could climb to the center of her foot with relative ease even through her idle movements. "Oh you think it'll be that easy?" Melissa asked. At this she tilted her foot forwards and shook it lightly causing you to tumble back to her toes, landing in the space between her big and second toes. "You're stuck now, tiny. That's not a very lucky spot to fall, it might get a bit tight." She said. Her toes started to scrunch again, this time with you in a vice grip between them. The sweat rubbed against you, coating you. It smelled far stronger than from on top of her foot, almost choking. You're sides were pressed inward painfully, eliciting cracking sounds from your ribcage. You were surprised how little they hurt; your body was already filled with too much pain, adrenaline, and stench to process a few broken ribs. Melissa suddenly released her grip with a fake "Whoops." You slipped through her toes and barely managed to grab the underside of her big toe. Dangling by sheer force of will. She was not even moving and your grip was already slipping on the sweat that coated the underside of her toe. She wiggled her toes coyly and that was all it took to loosen the last of your grip. You fell to the ground with a light thump, though you weren't heavy enough for it to hurt at your size. "You're disappointing. I practically had to kick the last guy off and you were defeated by my toes. As punishment I won't make this next part quick." she said. Lying on your back, you could do nothing but watch as she uncrossed her legs and planted her other foot on top of you. Even if you had gotten up in time it was larger than a bus and just as fast. The soft ball of her foot pressed into you, pinning you to the floor harshly and curving around your body. It was a hot, sweaty embrace that left you gasping for air and finding only more warm, damp odor. Melissa slowly put more pressure onto you. First the light around you went out as your soft tomb touched the ground on all sides, then the air ran out, leaving you to choke on sweat as your lungs burned with salt and lack of air. The taste reminded you of salt licorice, bitter, pungent, salty, and the tiniest relief of sweetness. What was left of your ribs was turned into a powder and when the last gave out, the rest of your body went with it as a bloody pop.