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It's time for a fresh new flash fiction Patron reward! This ran a little longer than I planned, but it's been a little bit since I dove into something told from the perspective of a truly merciless girl. Hopefully you love it, and for myself, I always love to know what you think. Enjoy!

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His screams abruptly ended, replaced by the wet crunches of his splintered bones. Now the only sound was the soft squelching under the twisting toes of my Adidas and the low moan I let out. Crushing them genuinely satisfied me, but I was also totally aware that the recording would pick up the sounds of my pleasure, so I didn’t bother with restraint.

I always fucked with Littles. Something about two-inch tall people just begged to be messed with, so even as a kid I was always tracking them down and pushing them around. The first time I squished one, my mom yelled at me a bit, but nobody outside of like, PETA really cared that much.

It just felt natural. They were little, so I stepped on them. It wasn’t until a boy noticed me kicking over a nest or whatever behind the school and knocking around the Little family that lived there with the toe of my boot that I realized how hot it could be, too.

The meaner I was, the more turned on he got. I was vicious and violent--we were hunters, and we’d make them suffer and cry and then fuck like crazy. It was awesome for a while, but we didn’t have much else in common and I eventually left him behind. I had a taste for it now, though. I was merciless and I was into it, and it turns out so were hundreds of other people who watched my videos.

I wasn’t about to drop out of college or anything, but they bought me shoes and paid for my mani-pedis. It wasn’t so bad failing Spanish when I could come home to a dozen messages calling me Princess and Goddess, even if most were just thirsty shits. I liked it more when there’d be an Amazon card along with that clumsy worship, 

Still, it felt good to be worshipped. And it felt good to hurt Littles.

I turned towards the little aquarium on the floor. There’d been five of them when I started, but only one was left. The rest were bloody stains on the bottoms of my shoes. He was up against the glass, hands clasped together near his chest and half hunched over, probably contorted in nausea and terror from the things he’d watched me do.

He always watched me. Ever since I’d caught him, he’d just been watching and staring. I could feel my eyes narrow as I took a step towards him. I stood in front of the cage and just watched him crane his neck, almost falling over so he could keep looking up at me.

“Hey, fucker. Did you know I can see the future?”

He looked confused, but I think he understood. I loved the ones that understood me when I spoke.

“I know exactly what’s coming for you. I’ve seen it in my mind’s eye, and I can show you too.”

He was backing away from the glass. He even stumbled and fell on his ass, all while staring up at me in fear. I loved it. I loved my Little talks.

“Watch. Watch carefully, and don’t you dare look away. I know you’d never even think of looking away.”

I was slow and dramatic as I lifted my foot, with what was left of the last guy still clinging to my sole and peeling away from the floor. I hadn’t looked, but I had enough experience to know what he would see as I settled my heel on the top of his cage.

There was no roof, so he’d have a totally clear view of the gory bits, the strips of flesh and the bloody mess buried deep in the tiny grooves of my sneaker’s stark white sole. It had to be horrible to see--maybe they’d even been friends. I’d only caught this batch last night, but I did find them all together.

“Neat trick, huh?” I turned my shoe back and forth just slightly as it hovered above him, giving the cowering shit a few different angles on what he had coming to him before I started dragging my foot back, slowly and noisily scraping my sole against the top of the cage.

I even laughed just a little, seeing him cover his mouth and scramble backwards, away from the bloody chunks of the last pulverized prick that sloughed off my shoe and dribbled down along the wall, hitting the glass floor with a few tiny splats. With my toe still resting on the edge of his cage, I watched him for a minute longer just to see if he’d puke. It seemed like he was holding it together, so I dropped down to a crouch and gave the camera a good view of my ass for a minute while reaching in to grab the Little guy. I knew I looked good in these leggings, and while I hadn’t given in to those few comments begging me to sit on my victims, those fans still deserved at least a little show.

He turned over on his belly and started to crawl away, but he’d barely moved an inch before I had him pinched between my thumb and forefinger. I dragged him upwards out of his cage and turned around, dropping to the floor and stretching out my legs. I’d let my viewers stare at both my beautiful face and the bottoms of my shoes while I played with the Little I’d saved for last.

“You know why I kept you until the end?” I held him in front of my face, scrutinizing him like the stupid bug he was. He struggled a little in my grasp, his tiny arms flailing about and pushing back against me, but my thumb covered more than half his body. I could smash him flat from the waist down with just a little bit of effort, and I gave him a moderate squeeze that drew out the saddest little scream, just to remind him.

“Because I hate you.” I waited until his squealing subsided to make sure he understood every word.

“And I know you’re like, ‘but Rebecca, you snapped my friends’ spines and watched them wriggle around on the floor! You made them lick your shoes and beg for their lives, then stomped their guts out anyway!’ and you’d be right on all counts.”

I pulled him a little closer and slowly shook my head. “I didn’t do it because I was mad. That’s what you Little fucks are for. But you know that, don’t you? You know that the only reason you’re here is so that I can have a few minutes of fun torturing your tiny ass, but you still can’t stop staring at me with your dumb, scruffy face and your beady little eyes.”

I grinned a little and whispered the next words with a conspiratory air. “You’re hot for me, aren’t you? You can’t get enough of my body, right? Maybe you’ve always wanted a giant girl to take you home and make you her toy. Maybe you’re like my fans and my cruelty gets you off. Maybe you spent all night grabbing that miniscule dick of yours and imagining me squishing everyone you’ve ever known.”

My smile vanished in an instant. “That’s fucking gross. I hate horny Littles--you’re disgusting.”

He was gasping in fear and I hadn’t even hurt him yet. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, or things are going to get very bad for you. Nod if you understand.”

He wasn’t too scared to listen, but definitely too scared to resist. His tiny head bobbed and I moved on. “I could have smashed you like an ant yesterday. Obliterated you with a single step. I might not even have realized it until after you were splattered on the sidewalk. Thank me for noticing you.”

He hesitated, but even with his shaky and totally inaudible voice, I could vaguely make out his mouth forming something that might have been “thank you.”

“Even then, I could have just stepped on you right there. Sometimes I do just crush Littles like bugs, but I cared enough to pick you up, put you in my bag and bring you back to my home. Thank me for taking you.”

He didn’t hesitate as much, but he seemed even more unsure. I listened closely, and this time his “thank you” sounded more like a question. I didn’t like that.

“I could have gone to the bar and left you here to rot while I played with some real boys. You could have starved to death, losing your mind all alone in a cage while you wasted away. Thank me for remembering you.”

He was quiet now. At least he was until I started pushing down with my thumb and felt a rib or two pop. A little bit of a growl crept into my voice as I gave him a reminder. “Say ‘thank you, Miss Rebecca.”

It was more of a screech, but he did what he was told, thanking me and saying my name. “Instead you have my full attention. You get to be my focus. You get to be close to me. You’re skin-to-skin with a giantess. Thank me for touching you.”

He struggled a little, but managed to shout out “Thank you, Miss Rebecca” through the pressure and the agony. That made me smile, but only the slightest bit.

“And I could do so many things to you. I could rip your little eyes out with my fingernail to make you pay for the way you look at me. I could twist your tiny legs around until your bones splintered and your tendons were torn to shreds, then just rip them off and watch you bleed.”

He was wincing and hyperventilating now. Full-on panic, squirming and gasping and moaning in utter terror. “I won’t, though. Calm down, I’m not going to do any of those things. I’m just going to ask you to do one more thing.”

He actually settled a bit, and I smiled a little more to see him momentarily calm. “Thank me for crushing your skull.”

The thrashing and screaming were instantly back. I took my time moving my other hand towards him, letting him twitch and heave while my forefinger and thumb inched towards his face. I pinched his head from the top, letting him keep his view of me, letting him watch me smirk and bite my lower lip for a long moment.

It was hardly any effort at all to force my fingers together. All his whining and cries ceased and warm, gritty wetness burst across my thumb. His flattened head came free and I rubbed my fingers together a little more until it was just an unrecognizable mess, then let his lifeless body tumble out of my hand, landing right in front of the camera positioned on the floor.

It was only natural to finish up by slowly standing back to my full height and covering what was left of him with my toes, making sure there was nothing left but an ugly wet mess beneath my twisting shoe. It was something for the camera to focus on as I turned around and walked away.