When Jenna pledged Delta Zeta, she expected to have your stereotypical Greek life experience - participating in fundraisers and social events with her sisters during the day and drinking to blackout during the night. There would be many benefits to joining the sorority - climbing the social ladder and forging lifelong friendships among them. The thing that was most alluring to her, though, was the number of men who would be vying for her. She knew that Delta Zeta was regarded as the hottest sorority, and that fact alone would give her power over nearly any guy on campus. At the time, she never could have imagined the amount of power she would truly gain over them. 

Three years later, she found herself sitting next to one of her DZ sisters and holding a whole man between her pointer finger and thumb. As she thought back to her first kill, she remembered how exhilarating it had all seemed back then. She remembered the look of fear in her bug-sized boyfriend’s eyes as he tried to run from her giant bare foot. His cries for help as she squished first one leg and then the other. The jolts of adrenaline as she slowly popped the rest of his body under her size 8 sole. It was a moment she would savor forever, and she loved every part of it. 

She sighed as she realized that killing her little slaves would never feel as special as it did back then. By now, her kill count had to be at least in the high hundreds. It was nearly a daily occurrence for one of the little bugs to become a late-night snack or a one-time stress ball for her foot. The novelty had worn off. 

She tried to remember the name of the man - if he could be called that - in-between her fingers. She had just shrunken him a few hours ago, so she figured that he must be a pretty boring guy if she had forgotten his name already. She didn’t think too hard about it - a name wasn’t going to change the fate that she had planned for him.

As she lifted him higher into the air and slowly opened her mouth, she took a moment to savor the absolute terror that her little slave was in. She loved to feel her shrunken men slide across her tongue and desperately flail down the back of her throat, but this moment had to be her favorite part of the kill. As she suggestively rubbed her bare stomach, exposed by her black crop top, the shrunken man began to cry. He didn’t understand why the giant brunette was being so cruel when she had been funny and flirtatious just hours before. 

If the tears hadn’t started to well up in his eyes just then, she would have dropped him right into her open mouth. Instead, she decided to wait a few more moments and watch the waterworks. Her lips came together for a brief second as she uttered one word to the prisoner in her grasp. 

“Crybaby.”

Her finger and thumb separated, and the nameless man fell into the gaping chasm below. He was coated in her saliva as her tongue rolled him around just long enough to identify a foot. With one practiced movement of the tongue, she positioned her snack so that only the foot was underneath her gigantic molar and listened gleefully for the scream as she bit down. 

She had to keep most of him intact if she wanted him to struggle on the way down, so she unceremoniously swallowed the rest of him and let out a burp worthy of a giantess. 

“Unladylike”, Maddie chimed in. 

Jenna ignored the comment. “Are we still piercing one of them today?”

Maddie looked down at the shrunken men licking Jenna’s white Adidas sneakers.

“I didn’t bring any, so we’d have to use one of those.”

Jenna tried to remember who the two men were. She knew that the one on the left had been part of some fraternity, and the one on the right was some huge nerd from one of her classes, though she couldn’t remember which one. She knew that the nerd would be a lot more fun. 

There was an audible crunch as her left foot made contact with the ground and fresh bloodstains appeared on the bottom of her shoe. She would need to find herself a slave to lick that off later, but for now it was time to give her classmate his prize. 

“That one will do just fine.” The coldness in her voice sent a shiver down the shrunken man’s spine. She had promised to return them to normal if they licked her shoes clean, and the realization that his efforts may have been for nothing began to dawn on him. He didn’t know what “piercing” meant, but given that his gigantic classmate had just killed two men in front of him, he assumed that it wasn’t good. He fell to his knees and did the only thing he could think of - beg for his life.

His cries were mostly desperate promises to clean shoes for the rest of his life, which earned a small giggle from Maddie as she reached for the paperclip and lighter on the table to her right. 

She spoke with threatening authority as she began to straighten out the paperclip, “We can turn any man on campus into our little shoe licker. That’s all you little freaks are good for once you’re this small. It’s not a reason to let you live.” She flicked the lighter and held the flame to the end of the paperclip.

Before the shrunken man could say anything else, Jenna’s voice boomed out. “We’re definitely recording this.” 

She casually propped her phone on the table as if she was about to record something for an instagram post instead of killing a shrunken person. Her excitement was starting to build as she thought about the pain she was about to inflict on the little nerd from class. She hadn’t tortured one of them like this for a long time.

Like a bird swooping its prey from the ground, Jenna’s fingers snatched up the shrunken man by his arms and held him in front of the camera. She grabbed his legs with her other hand and began to lightly pull, stretching him out and preventing any form of movement.

The shrunken man finally realized what was about to happen when Jenna spoke up. 

“I think we should start with a bellybutton piercing, since I always see him staring at mine when I wear these crop tops.”

Maddie took a moment to hold the paperclip in front of the bug’s face. 

“Hear that, little thing? I’m about to put this straight through you.” 

Although she had less experience torturing these things than Jenna did, she still knew how to get some fun out of them before they die. She started slowly, listening to the screams of pain as she poked the man’s stomach with the hot paperclip.

His cries for help grew incoherent as the pain started to overwhelm him, but that didn’t matter to the two girls anymore. They couldn’t hear his words over their own laughter anyway. He tried to break free of Jenna’s grip, but his struggles only added to her enjoyment. 

“I’m just getting started, little one. Can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I push it all the way through! Hold him tight, Jenna.” Maddie began to slowly push the paperclip through the shrunken man while trying to control her laughter so she could be as surgical as possible. After all, she didn’t want the fun to end too early.

As the paperclip made its way to the other end of the shrunken man, there was a loud tear as the skin of his back ripped apart. 

“Aaaand finished! How do you like your new piercing, little bug?”, Jenna held him up to the camera as she spoke. A quick flick of her finger made both of the girls erupt into laughter again.

“He’s like a homemade fidget spinner!”, Jenna said as both girls took their turns flicking his tiny body. 

The shrunken nerd’s shrieks would have been ear-piercing if he had been a full-sized man. His body was erupting with more pain than he ever imagined was possible, and each flick of the girl’s painted fingernails sent even more pain jolting through him. He couldn’t understand why a girl that he thought was his friend would take so much pleasure in this cruel torture. 

As the girls took turns making more holes in their little toy’s body, he couldn’t help but scream out to Jenna. 

“WHY?? PLEASE, JUST KILL ME!! WHY ARE YOU TREATING ME LIKE THIS??”

To his surprise, Jenna actually responded. “Why? Because you’re a little fucking bug-nerd, and because I can.” 

She grabbed the camera and dropped her toy to the ground. “It’s also because you’re a fucking bug that I’m about to do this.”

Within seconds, the textured bottom of her white Adidas smashed into the little man on the ground, splattering blood over her one clean shoe.

“Well, I guess it’s time to go find someone to lick these clean.”