In this chapter: Storylines
are concluded. Characters from the past
catch up. Micros suffer and die. We take a glimpse of the lives of the girls through
a few years after The Incident at Grove View Apartments.
Los Angeles, California - Lacy
“I was
under the impression that your professor said you were his most talented
student, Lacy… and I keep getting this embarrassingly subpar work from you… I
just, ah! I don’t want to deal with this
right now” Lacy’s internship manager angrily groaned as he rubbed his forehead
a few times in frustration. Lacy sat a
desk with the most intricate and expensive design computers and equipment surrounding
her. Lacy’s eyes were dull, as if empty
and sad, her heart raced as she was berated, her anxiety only increasing with
every second the manager stood next to her.
“Do you even know how much a position like yours is worth these days?”
he rudely asked.
“I… uhh…”
Lacy stammered as she could barely make eye contact with him.
“I was already
confident that you didn’t know the answer…” he said condescendingly with a few
shakes of his head. “Hmm… yeah… I don’t
feel comfortable officially hiring you into our studio once your internship is fulfilled. I don’t really see a reason you should stick around
the rest of the day either, stop by the human resource office on your way out, and
thanks for wasting our time” he said, turning and leaving Lacy’s desk as Lacy sat
in silent shambles.
Lacy’s hands shook as she
tried to not cry, but her eyes reddened and few tears escaped, sniffling as she
lugged her bag over her shoulder and walked down the hallways of the beautifully
and artistically composed studio that would be any designer’s dream to work at. People poking their heads out of their
offices and above their cubicles to see Lacy leaving, not one person asking if
she was alright. None of them having any
idea that the shy, crying girl dressed in all black that had just been fired was
ever responsible for the deaths of millions of sentient people, the studio
workers cringing and turning away to not attract her attention and feel
obligated to say something consoling.
She
swept her bangs over her eyes with a few quick brushes of her hand to try and
hide the embarrassment and shame apparent on her face, not wanting to stop by
human resources, and leaving the studio in a rush and into the sunny outside
streets of the greater Los Angeles area.
Lacy sniffled at the bus stop, the music playing through headphones not
soothing her emotions as she thought about her life on the long ride back
towards her and Ki’s apartment.
Lacy
realizing the talents that impressed her professor in the first place were only
derived from killing and experimenting with her tiny city in her old room, all
the pictures and videos she took of the micros as they were crushed or burned
to death, agonizingly dissolved in nail polish remover, or cruelly plastered as
artwork against her girlfriend’s porcelain skin, it was all real, no special fx,
no expensive software, just real death, leaving Lacy with no actual skills to
apply apart from Lacy’s creative ideas for torture. Lacy thought she could have easily gotten by
in the working world in her dream career, but it was gone, pulled out from
under her only to the fault of her own desires to have fun with her cult like
servants while they were still alive.
She stared
out of the window without much emotion the rest of the way home, walking a few
blocks towards the run-down apartment complex so much worse than Grove View
ever was. Lacy collapsing on the couch
as Ki came around the corner from the bedroom dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Aw, what’s wrong, Lace?” Ki asked as she sat
down, cuddling onto Lacy a bit from behind, immediately knowing something was amiss.
“We
fucked up, Ki…” Lacy sadly said.
“What do
you mean?” Kiyoko asked with concern.
“No more
internship… no money… we shouldn’t have moved here” Lacy groaned.
“Don’t
say that; I’ll start getting modeling money, my insta is gonna blow up soon, I
know it” Ki said, lovingly rubbing Lacy’s hair some with a few strokes of her
fingers.
“But it
isn’t!” Lacy shouted in response.
“Please…
we’ll figure it out, okay? Just don’t yell…”
Kiyoko said, curling her lips in disappointment and turning away from
Lacy.
“I’m
sorry, I just… how the fuck are we going to pay rent, we’ve used almost of your
savings, and I don’t have any, and it’s not like our parents give a shit
about us, we have nothing to go back to” Lacy said, sitting up, the two staring
down at the floor in the awkwardly silent apartment.
“We
could…I don’t know, rob a few banks” Ki joked and giggled as Lacy smirked and
shook her head.
“I’ll
find something, don’t worry” Lacy said as she rubbed her own shoulders out of
anxiousness.
A few
weeks later, Jessica had picked up Lacy as the two drove downtown to grab some dinner
before a night out at a few clubs and bars.
Jessica pleasantly exhaling as she placed her fancy cocktail down on the
table. “Being 21 feels weird, no more
fake ID for this stuff” Jessica said with a chuckle.
“I’m
about to be 23… that’s even weirder, what is there to even look forward to anymore
after that?” Lacy responded as she sipped at her water.
“Car
insurance discounts? Haha!” Jessica
laughed and teased.
“I don’t even have a car…”
Lacy said, biting her lip a bit in embarrassment as Jessica stopped her laugh
at the realization.
“You sure you don’t want a
drink? I’ll buy one for you” Jessica
said with a genuine smile.
“It’s
fine” Lacy dismissed.
“Ugh…
girl, come on, I got you” Jessica said, flagging down a waiter in the upscale restaurant
and ordering another drink for the table.
“How’s
your semester going?” Lacy asked, trying to change the subject.
“One
more semester and I’m done! Ms. Graduate. Oh, hope you don’t mind a few of my friends
from class joining us when we go out later” Jessica said, replying to a few messages
on her phone before placing it back in her purse.
“That’s
fine” Lacy replied as Jessica sighed deeply, tilting her head to the side as
she stared down her friend for a few seconds.
“I can
tell when you’re sad, Lace, what’s wrong?” Jessica asked. Lacy exhaled slowly as if nervous, her eyes a
little sullen as she stared down at the table, curling her lips side to side as
Jessica patiently waited. Lacy bringing
her gaze back up to Jessica who was dressed up in a fancy wrap-over dress and
heels while Lacy remained in almost all black and sneakers despite the heat
outside.
“My internship
didn’t exactly work how I thought it would… and…” Lacy said, taking a deep
breath, “Ki’s insta modeling isn’t really taking off to say the least… we don’t
know what to do” Lacy admitted as the waiter placed Lacy’s new drink on the
table next to her and excused himself.
“Oh, pfff…
my mom said that once I get my degree, I get a high up position in her company
until she retires, then I get to take over the whole thing myself” Jessica said
confidently.
“Yeah?”
Lacy questioned.
“Yeah,
she said I did such a good job while she was on vacation a while ago that she
trusts me now… and, in that case, as a boss bitch, I can get an
assistant to hire you and Ki to do whatever I want” Jessica said with a nonchalant
shrug of her shoulders.
“I…
uhh…” Lacy stammered, shaking her head in confusion.
“I know
you take great pictures, so you could be a fashion photographer, and Ki was a
small-time model in whatever redneck town she came from, right? She can be one of my models for my future clothing
designs, done, you’re welcome” Jessica said, playfully brushing her hair over
her shoulder and smirking.
“But…
you’re not done with school, I just-“ Lacy spoke, her eyes darting everywhere
with anxiety.
“Girl, I
got pa-lenty of money… and you’re probably the realist friend I’ve ever
had… don’t worry and just let me take care of it, you’ll be fine, just don’t
get too lazy when I tell you to do something for me when I’m the boss bitch, kay?”
Jessica questioned.
“Jessica…
dude” Lacy muttered as she almost began to cry, trying her hardest to cover up
a wide smile with the back of her hand.
“Shhh… just
drink” Jessica giggled as she gestured to the cocktail next to Lacy.
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University Campus - Professor Sandra Faust
Professor
Sandra Faust sat at her office desk, her hair disheveled, her appearance a
little more casual than what was expected of her at the university, warranting
some awkward looks from her fellow professors and colleagues when she walked to
and from her lectures.
She felt tired, annoyed,
lonely, her students rarely visited her for help or questions as she became
more standoffish and condescending towards them, apart from a few of the
younger male students trying to and failing to flirt with her, 36 years old,
approaching 37, hadn’t lost her much of her beauty since the day she received
her first micro from Jessica, but that seemed like ages ago to Sandra as she
tapped away at her keyboard.
She
graded papers without much attention and care, handing out failing and passing
grades for students that she either liked or disliked based on a fake criterion
that she made up in her mind. Bored, her
elbow resting on her desk as she used her hand to prop up her tired head, her
eyes dulled behind her glasses as she scrolled through her computer, opening a
few economics websites and news articles that she perused often, still maintaining
a loose interest of the business world and its happenings.
That was
until she came across a link that caught her eye, “Top 30 Future Entrepreneurs
Under 30” the article title read as Sandra clicked on it. Scrolling through a few young men and women
with promising and bright futures, suddenly her heart sank, scrolling over her
former student’s profile. The brightly
smiling picture of Jessica Rosales across her computer screen.
“Jessica Rosales is a bilingual
shaker and mover from sunny Southern California, on the verge of taking over
one of the largest women’s fashion design enterprises in the United States, she
is quickly becoming a symbol for young women everywhere who aspire to-“ Sandra quickly exited the article, turning
off her computer and rearing her head back against her chair in discontentment.
Sandra
drove home after her day was over, dragging her bag behind her and letting it
drop to the floor after she entered her living room. Locking her front door as she slumped into
her bedroom, undressing, and cleaning herself up a bit in her bathroom.
Pouring herself a glass of red
wine from her kitchen as she sat down at her couch and turned on the television
in the dimly lit room. Sandra took a few
hefty sips of her wine before setting the glass down on a coaster on her coffee
table. Sandra kicking her bare feet up
and placing them on the table as she batted them a few times and wriggled her
toes.
On the
coffee table, by Sandra’s bare heels, was a medium sized, fancy jewelry box
tipped over on its side, and within, harbored the last remaining micros that
Jessica had gifted Sandra long before.
The micros more than used to Sandra’s bare feet quaking next to them as
they took it as their cue to come out and start rubbing Sandra’s aching heels
as best as they could, Sandra not even having to say anything as it became a
near daily routine for them over the years.
There
were only a few hundred left, Sandra keeping them alive just to spite Jessica
almost like a vendetta against her, doing her best to not accidentally kill any
of them just to prove to herself that she was a better goddess than her young,
former student ever was.
Using the micros to rub her feet or clean her heels
but seeing Jessica’s face pop up on her computer upset her, especially with
such kind and exciting words written about her, Sandra deep down, felt envious
and angry even though her face was emotionless and tired. Sandra trying not to think about it as she
lurched her body forward and took a few more glugs of wine, removing her feet
off the table to go refill her glass, unaware that a few micros were carried away
with the momentum of her massive feet swooping over them, a few dozen falling
to the ground and splattering across the floor, the first casualties in such a
long time as the micros began to panic a bit, usually rubbing Sandra’s feet for
a while on a normal night, but instead, they retreated to the jewelry box that
hosted their homes, beds, families, kitchens, and friends, in hopes to avoid the
potential of more deadly accidents caused by their goddess, Sandra.
Sandra
refilled her glass with the dark red drink, sipping at the glass a few times as
she stood in the kitchen for a couple moments, massaging the side of her head
with her fingers to try and relieve some stress building up in her temples,
eventually walking back to her couch, Sandra dressed in nothing but black panties
and her glasses as she plopped back down on the soft sofa cushions with a thump.
The glow of the television
lighting up her body as the micros continued to hide in the jewelry box by her
outstretched feet. Sandra so used to her
people massaging her that she didn’t think twice about it, until she noticed a
distinct lack of tiny pressure on her soles and heels before she reached for
her glass, and on the table, adjusting her glasses over her eyes and observing
that not a single speck was out and around her feet like she had trained them
to do so diligently.
She
became angrier, seeing Jessica’s face and article creep across her mind as the
only thing left that attached her to Jessica was the micros themselves hiding
in the box by her toes. Sandra gritted
her teeth as she thought about the last interaction she had with Jessica, getting
slapped in the face by her in the school bathroom, Sandra running out into the
crowds enamored with embarrassment and a stinging pinkened cheek, the repeating
image of Jessica’s professional picture on her computer screen in her mind, her
smile, her face. “Ughhh!” Sandra fiercely
groaned as she picked up her wineglass and gulped down the rest of the fresh
pour, feeling the warmth splash down her throat and settle in her stomach.
Sandra
didn’t ask her micros to come out as she lunged her torso forward, angrily
gripping at the jewelry case and tipping its opening over, watching as all the
micros spilled out and onto the table in heaps and masses, Sandra leaning back
on her couch, crossing her arms over her bare chest as she watched her micros start
to stand up and move around, Sandra scowling as her thoughts were consumed by
hatred of her former student.
Sandra
slid her heel over a smaller mass of micros too far away from the main group,
watching their bodies skid under her skin with a few soft crunches, seeing the other
micros start to panic and run away from her foot, “Uh-uh… no, stay where you
are or this gets much worse for you…” Sandra bitterly commanded as the micros quickly
listened, staying still, knowing to heed the words of their goddess. Sandra standing up, gripping her glass, and
returning to the kitchen, pouring what was left of the red wine bottle into her
glass, tossing the bottle into the trash as she stomped back to the table.
Straddling
the edge of table from high above, the micros with the view from below of her
bare thighs looming above them as they stared up the length of her body towards
her face, suddenly Sandra brought her half-full wineglass down on the table,
watching as the bottom of the glass squished a few people, seeing their bodies burst
into a red goop through the see-through glass bottom, their bodies crushed and
stuck to it as the rest of the micros watched in hysterics.
She then slid the glass parallel
to the edge of the table, her bare tits dangling over the micros as her hair
fell down her shoulders, Sandra taking her free hand and slamming it behind the
mass of micros, squishing a few under the side of her hand as tiny spurts of
red glowed against her skin from the glow of her television across her room.
Using the side of her hand, she began scooping
and shoveling the micros towards her wine glass, watching as they all fell into
her glass, Sandra standing up as she held the glass up to her eyes to observe
the struggles of the micros trying to stay afloat in the noxious, garnet
colored liquid, hearing their tiny screams of distress and fear being washed
out as she twirled the glass around carefully, causing massive waves for her
micros, seeing their own tiny reflections in the glow of her eyeglasses looming
above them.
Sandra slumping over back into
her couch, puckering her lips and taking a few sips, feeling the gritty micro bodies
crashing against her tongue and teeth as they whirled around her mouth before sliding
down her throat with each gulp, placing the glass back down as she wistfully
wallowed in anger and jealousy, wishing she could have had Jessica’s bright
future, Sandra continuing to watch shows as she batted and curled her toes by
the glass on the table by her outstretched feet as she sank further back into
the couch cushions, giving the micros staying afloat in the glass nothing to
look at but her massive toes and soles curling over them just beyond the glass
prison as they nearly found themselves drowning before them.
The
hundreds of surviving micros gifted by Jessica many months prior, taught and
trained by Sandra to obey her every command, please her whenever she wanted,
clean her shoes, and massage her feet were slowly being drank down Sandra’s
throat until they were all buried deep within her, settled amongst the tidal
waves of red wine sloshing and churning in her dark stomach until they started
to scream out from the acid eating away at their bodies, eventually, they were
nothing but salty additives flavoring the wine as their remnants passed through
Sandra’s digestive system.
The
professor erasing every last micro she owned with one final gulp, placing her empty
glass down as she sighed, feeling that her stomach was full and beginning to
feel a bit tipsy, her vision wobbly as she watched yet another episode of some
reality dating show, but achieving her goal of feeling better, not thinking
about Jessica, not having to be reminded of her anymore just by the sight of
the micros alone, keeping them alive just to spite a woman she never talked to
anymore. They were gone, dissolving in
her stomach, their remains to be pissed out later and flushed away as if they
had never existed in the first place.
Sandra
reared her head back, relaxing herself against the pillows as she hunched down
further into her warm cushions, burying herself under a thick blanket, smiling
a bit as part of her felt a bit more free than before, in an almost cathartic
way, cleansing herself of her regrets with Jessica, wanting to move forward
with her life without the shadow of Jessica creeping in the back of her mind,
and so she did just that, going to sleep for the night and going to her
lectures the next day to teach with a brand new relaxed, helpful, and brighter
attitude that both her and her students prospered from for many years.
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Odessa, Ukraine -
Anastazja
“You
know dad will probably never talk to you again, right?” Ana’s older sister
said.
“Yeah…
he’s drinking a lot more, too, I can’t tell if he’s upset or angry” Ana’s
younger sister said.
“He’s
scared for you, Anastazja, but he will never admit it, he just doesn’t want to
see you fail, I know it” Ana’s mother said.
“There’s
nothing for me here… you know I have to go and at least try” Ana said as
the sisters and mother became emotional, hugging each other in the still, cold
air, snow surrounding them as Ana stood at the train station entrance. The three tall redheaded sisters together,
saying their goodbyes to Ana as the mother sat in the car trying not to cry,
Ana herself trying her best not to cry before turning and heading off into the
station towards her platform.
Ana
sniffled as she settled into her train compartment after getting her passport
approved and stamped, the train slowly moving out of the station as she watched
her sisters in the background waving through the window, Ana smiling wide as
she waved back with a few tears in her eyes as the train started to move
through the outskirts of the city along the many hours ride to Moscow, having
nothing to do but brush up on her Russian or sleep.
Ana
found herself in a crappy apartment she had found online and rented, barely
anything inside worked properly, but as long as she could sleep and shower, she
felt fine enough. Ana had moved there to
try out for a few Russian volleyball teams, having a promising individual
record from her time in the US and when she was a teenager in Ukraine, and
after a few scrimmages and workouts, she was acquired to an elite team after an
impressive outing, the coach and owners of the team picking her up without
hesitation, negotiating a contract and an acceptable salary, more than Ana
thought she would ever get in her life, still nothing too impressive, but
enough to buy nice furniture, working appliances, and a good amount of extra savings
for herself and her future.
She
enjoyed touring parts of Europe, playing against other club teams across the
continent, earning her place on the team and quickly becoming a captain, making
friends with her teammates the more she contributed to their winning records
over the years. She dated around,
finding fulfilling moments, bust most importantly to her, making sure to visit
her sisters and mother as often as she could, or fly them up to her home, her
father always finding an excuse to not go much to the family’s
disappointment.
Until
one day, Ana lived her most important dream, going on a career tear of a season
with her club team, she gained the recognition for her skills and competitive ferocity
that she had always deserved and earned a call up by the National Olympic
Committee of Ukraine asking her to represent her country in the summer games. Ana packed up her belongings in her quiet home
far away from the crappy apartment that she had lived in when she had first
moved to Russia, leaving behind a fiancé to cheer her on from the television
before she flew back to Kiev to train with the national team.
Anastazja
found herself in a similar situation she did a few years prior of moving to
Russia, waiting at the train station in Odessa after going home to spend time
with her sisters and mother before flying off to a far away country to compete
for a gold medal. Ana with tearful hugs
to her sisters and mother after many wishes of good lucks and messages of love,
until another car pulled up, out stepping Ana’s father, the mood tensing as Ana
was weary, but stoic. Ana achieving so
much success in the previous few years, her own money, her own place on a team,
national recognition, a loving relationship with a man who respected her and
loved her back in Russia.
Ana
couldn’t help but revert back to feeling like a child though as her tall, physically
imposing father stepped forward up to her, in between her sisters and mother as
he hugged Ana tightly while sobbing as Ana hugged him back, him breaking down
in one of the only times that the family had ever seen him emotionally
compromised.
He murmured into her ear that
he had always been proud of her, but so terrified of her failing and giving up
on herself that he stepped away from wanting to ever witness it if his fears
had come true, himself admitting he wouldn’t have been strong enough to help
her, but he couldn’t have been more wrong, Ana sternly reminded him with a few
harsh sentences in retaliation to his words of begging forgiveness and
excuses.
She was successful, strong,
beautiful, tough, and ruthless with her goals and didn’t need him to worry
about her. Ana having more than proved
it to herself time and time again, executing entire countries worth of micros just
because they were in her way, wasn’t going to let anything else stop her from
getting the things she wanted.
Ana
returned home to Moscow after competing at the Olympics, proud of herself for
making it there, but unfortunately coming up a few places short in the
tournament as other powerhouse countries had the more dominant women’s teams
and achieved medals. Ana returned to her
club team and continued to enjoy her competitive lifestyle alongside her
supportive fiancé until she got a call from someone whom she hadn’t heard from
in a while. “Hey, girl!” Jessica’s
bright voice chirped into Ana’s ear as she almost couldn’t believe that it
wasn’t a dream.
“Jessica?”
Ana questioned, stirring in her bed.
“Yeah,
girl! It’s me! How’s my radioactive redhead doing?” Jessica
giggled through the phone as Ana groaned and rubbed her eyes.
“Do you
know what time it even is here?” Ana annoyingly asked.
“7 in
the morning, duh?” Jessica said.
“Unf… yes…how did you know…” Ana annoyingly
moaned followed by a wide yawn.
“Ugh! Wake up, it’s been so long” Jessica implored.
“Give me a minute, please” Ana
politely said. After a few minutes of
Ana snapping herself awake and making herself some coffee and breakfast, Ana
chippered up, returning to the phone call with Jessica.
“Remember when I said I’d want
you to come visit me in California when we were still roommates?” Jessica eagerly
asked.
“Uh, yes?” Ana replied.
“Well, let’s do it!” Jessica
excitedly shouted, “come hang out with Lacy and I” Jessica enticed.
“Oh, Jessica… it has been so
long between us, we have not talked in many years, yes?” Ana said.
“Which is why it’s perfect, we
can all catch up! I’ll buy your plane
ticket and you can stay at my house, it’s got so many bedrooms, so I’m sure you
can find a bed that fits you” Jessica chuckled.
“Jessica, I… ehh… I cannot
just leave; I have a team here that I play on almost every week and-” Ana said
before being cut off.
“Yeah, yeah… I know, I had an
assistant pay your team owner for a few weeks while you’re sick, understand?”
Jessica emphasized, pretending to cough a few times and giggling.
“But…” Ana hesitated.
“But nothing, turns out
Russian sports team owners really like money and they’ll let you be sick as
long as you want if I keep approving the money transfers, anyway, your first-class
seat will be ready for you, just make sure I got your long ass last name right,
see ya soon!” Jessica said as she hung up the phone as Ana was left in bewilderment,
hunched over at her kitchen table.
“What was all that? I don’t understand English that well” Ana’s
fiancé asked as he came out of the bedroom looking confused and rubbing his
tired eyes.
“I guess I’m going to see some
old friends in America” Ana said with her brow raised, setting her phone down
on the table with her engagement ring-occupied hand.
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Los Angeles,
California – Isabella
“Of course… it’s time…I already
made the announcements and spent all last week signing everything over into
your name, too late to go back now, mija” Isabella said.
“I know, I just… I didn’t think this
moment would be here so fast, I’m barely 24, ugh…” Jessica groaned with a hint
of worry in her voice.
“You’ve been managing the
subsidiary so well since you graduated a few years ago though, and everyone
seems to be happy working for you, including your ghost looking friend… with
the ehh… camera and weird eyes” Isabella said, waving her hands around her face
trying to think of the name.
“Lacy…” Jessica awkwardly reminding
her mother.
“Yes, that one, tell her to tan
some and stop getting those ridiculous tattoos, dios mío…” Isabella said,
shaking her head with disapproval as Jessica rolled her eyes.
“I’m a little nervous, I didn’t
think I would be, but I am” Jessica said, flexing her jaw a bit.
“Don’t worry too much… when I was
your age, I thought I was in love. But
it turns out that I just love what he helped to give me…you…mija, and you’re
already better than I was at 24” Isabella said as Jessica smiled.
“Where are you gonna go first?” Jessica
curiously asked as they sat on one of the couches in the main living rooms of
the mansion. Most of the furniture and
all of Isabella’s things packed up and moved out of the house leaving Jessica
to replace everything with whatever she wanted.
“Italy… I’ve always wanted to enjoy
my time there without needing to worry about fashion or pendejo critics from
Milan… just me… a beach house, a boat, and a young, hot Italian man with
muscles and a big-” Isabella teased as she spaced out her hands to the length
she liked.
“Oh god, mama… that’s gross” Jessica
said, cutting off her mother from finishing her thought as the two chuckled.
“Don’t worry about ever finding a
man, you live your life like you want to, sí?” Isabella questioned.
“Oh, I already do that, I have fun
when I want with who I want, but I never want to be somebody’s anything” Jessica
said as Isabella nodded her approval.
“I know we’ve talked about the
business over and over again, but just ehh… don’t try to ruin the family name
while I’m retired, sí?” Isabella asked.
“Oh my god, mama… I’m not” Jessica
said, reassuring.
“Bueno, you’re going to be a very
popular woman, a symbol to people, a target to some, they’re going to try to
get you to say things that get you in trouble, they’re going to try and make
you angry, they will attack your looks, your smarts, your lifestyle…people will
be jealous because of your wealth, just do not let them break you… por favor,
mija…” Isabella sniffled, a rare sight to Jessica who was also becoming
emotional.
“Mom… it’s okay, I can do it, I’ve
been watching you since I was little” Jessica said with a comforting tone.
“I know, I just… it’s hard letting
go” Isabella said as she took a deep breath and carefully wiped away a tear as
to not ruin her perfect eye makeup.
“Oh my god, I’m not dying,
you’re a plane ride away or a quick phone call… you know, because I might need
advice every once in a while…” Jessica said, shrugging her shoulders and
smiling.
“I love you… take care of the
house, I put a lot of work into it” Isabella said as she stood up.
“Psshhh, I know… love you, too…
wait!” Jessica shouted as she caught up to her mother in the foyer. “The micros… are you just leaving them in
your closet?” Jessica asked.
“It’s your closet now, mija” Isabella
said.
“But I haven’t looked at the
micros in years… you know I don’t want them anymore” Jessica said, almost
annoyed.
“Oh, no, they’re not in there”
Isabella said.
“What do you mean, they’re all
dead?” Jessica asked.
“Haha! No! I was
going to get rid of them before I got to Italy” Isabella said with a laughing
grin.
“Oh…” Jessica sighed in relief.
“Want to say bye to them?” Isabella
asked.
“Uh, I don’t know…sure?” Jessica questioned,
unsure of herself. Having spent the last
few years living her life without seeing a single micro, knowing that the
people she used to own had lived in her mother’s closet and out of the way of
her growth into adulthood. Jessica
nearly forgetting about that time in her life as she had so much new responsibility
to tend to, seeming like ages ago, dominating the city in her student apartment
closet, crushing micros left and right without care, wiping out cities full of
scared people like they were mere playthings just because it was fun for her to
feel the rush of power over beings so weak and helpless compared to the massive
curves of body. Jessica lost in the
thoughts of old times as her mom dug her hand around her purse.
Isabella
reached into her expensive purse and pulled out a red box, a box that Jessica
hadn’t seen in quite some time, the same style box that she sold off thousands
of micros in while she was a student. Isabella’s
hand stretching towards her as Jessica gripped the box.
Jessica
hovering the opening below her face as she opened the top, peering into the box
and seeing the micros that used to belong to her, still alive, still squirming
below her as she smiled, striking immense fear into the micros that had
survived in Isabella’s closet for years, doing nothing but cleaning the mature
woman’s footwear. “Goodbye” Jessica
teasingly said with a grin, closing the box and giving it back to her mom. Jessica continuing to reminisce for a moment
to herself, thinking of all the nasty things she used to do to her people when
she was only 19. “Have a fun flight,
call me when you’re in Italy… and… I’ll be fine, I promise” Jessica said, the
two hugging tightly as Isabella left for the airport.
Isabella
boarded her flight filled with a European crew, having splashed her wealth into
acquiring a modest, private first-class compartment aboard the plane, having
her own small bed and storage with a closable door, a seat, a television, a
personal refrigerator full of pre-stocked beverages and snacks. Isabella was flying comfortably all the way
to Italy as the young air stewardesses tended to her every need and desire when
she so called upon them.
Somewhere
over the Atlantic Ocean, Isabella had woken up from a short attempt at sleep in
the comfortable bed, taking off her night mask as she laid back against the
pillows and watched the dark sky horizon mixed with the rising sun and a few
scatterings of stars in the dark parts of the sky. Isabella stood up and yawned, not having too
much room to really walk around her private compartment as she attempted to
stretch in her silky black nightgown, placing her feet in a pair of slippers as
she exited the compartment and tended to herself in first-class bathroom.
Isabella
returned to her compartment, bending over, and pulling out her bag from
underneath the bed storage, placing her bag on the bed as she fished out the
red box full of every last remaining micro from Toy Town and her closet before
returning the bag into the storage bin and out of the way. Isabella laying down on the bed as she
twiddled the box over her large cleavage, keeping the micros inside as she
thought about how to use the last few thousand she had within her grip.
“Hmm…”
Isabella hummed in thought as she wriggled her toes within her fuzzy slippers
stretched out the length of the small bed.
Isabella turned, sitting upright with her slippers resting on the floor as
she popped open the top of the box and placed it on the floor by her feet, “hola,
mis pequeños…” Isabella whispered as she smiled, her arms stretched out
behind her as she arched her back and slid her feet forward a bit into a more
comfortable pose. Isabella nudged the
edge of the box with the side of her slipper, “everyone out” Isabella teasingly
sang.
She watched as the
thousands of slaves wandered out of the box like zombies, the flat floor of the
small first-class compartment littered with specks as she bent over, fishing
the box from off the floor and tossing it on the bed as she adjusted back to
her comfortable position.
Isabella crossed
one leg over the other, bringing a finger to her lips as she stared down at the
micros, batting her foot as the slipper dangled and bounced over the micros,
slapping against her heel as she flexed her toes forwards and backwards. Over the years, Isabella had gotten rid of
the small people without much thought, cutting down their numbers nearly in
half, some had still died cleaning her footwear, but most were killed when she
felt like crushing them for fun, or rubbing them into her clit and pussy, but
after a while, it got boring to her, Isabella ending up leaving the micros
alone for the most part as they became excellent at cleaning her shoes, barely
paying attention to the little mites and just letting them do what they were
told to do, but now it was all over. Isabella was done, retiring, wanting to
start a different chapter in her life, not seeing much use in having the little
bugs around anymore as she clicked her tongue in disappointment.
She stopped
dangling her slipper over the micros as she brought her foot down, placing it
next to the other, sliding her feet out of the slippers and bent her body downward,
turning the openings of the slippers towards the micros and sitting back
upright, waiting patiently as she wondered if they would understand her
intentions without having to say anything, wanting, of course, for her micros
to get inside of her slippers, the micros barely moving as Isabella continued
to stare down at them with an irritated look on her face. Isabella gripped the edge of her night gown,
pulling it up to her waist as she spread her legs apart, straddling her feet on
either side of her slippers as if to entice her servants.
Isabella became
frustrated that they didn’t assume what she wanted of them, instead, she
decided to simply point downward at her slippers, “either inside there…or
inside here…” Isabella commanded as she then palmed a few fingers
between her thighs near her sex, the masses of micros hesitated, barely willing
to move as it appeared to Isabella. Then
came an abrupt, gentle knock at Isabella’s private door, as Isabella looked
around confused, looking over at the clock on the screen of the television,
Isabella realizing she had ordered breakfast for that specific time when she
had purchased her ticket.
“Ms. Rosales, I
have your breakfast prepared, may I come in?” the accented voice of a young air
stewardess muffled behind the door.
“Of course” Isabella
calmly responded as she quickly tugged her nightgown skirt down to her knees
and crossed her leg back over her as to not reveal her bare pussy that she had
just been flaunting in front of her slaves.
“Good
morning, Ms. Rosales, I’ll just place this here…” the young, Swiss woman
dressed in her airline uniform, a buttoned-up top, skin colored pantyhose that
ran up beyond her knee-length skirt, a yellow scarf tied around her neck, her
brunette hair tied in a tight bun on the back of her head as she smiled. She took a step into Isabella’s room as she
felt something weird crunch under her closed toed, black block style heels
before she placed the tray of food down on the small table by the television
next to Isabella, but she remained smiling despite the awkward crunch of what
she assumed were food crumbs under her foot, wanting to remain professional and
unaffected.
Isabella
trying not to laugh as she watched the young Swiss woman squish a few hundred
micros without knowing it, Isabella seeing the floor stained with some red
splatters and disfigured micro bodies embedded on the surface. The air stewardess stood herself upright by
the doorway, holding her hands at her waist with etiquette as she placed her
heel next to the other, Isabella seeing a few more micros disappearing under
the toe of her other heel as the girl was very obvious in ignoring the brittle
feeling below her feet, Isabella not wanting to bring attention to the massacre
going on below, picked her eyes off the floor, smiling at the girl, “May I
bring you anything else, Ms. Rosales?” the flight attendant courteously
asked.
“No,
thank you” Isabella politely replied as the girl nodded her head with a smile,
turning on her heels, as Isabella looked down to see her thousands of micros
running for safety into her slippers as she had commanded earlier. The air stewardess’ right heel rolling over
onto another small group of micros as they were crunched under the heavy block
heel as Isabella smirked with tight lips, the girl exiting the compartment and
gently closing the door behind her, unaware that she had hundreds of tiny,
squished people ingrained into the treads of her standard issue heels.
Isabella’s
breakfast steamed atop the small table, but she couldn’t have cared less in the
moment as every single last one of her micros had split themselves into her
left and right slippers, happily fluttering her fingers as she gripped the
insides and placed the openings of her slippers at her toes. Isabella began sinking her toes into the
slippers, feeling the little bodies writhing against her skin as she slid her feet
across the warm, fluffy insoles until she buried her toes at the front,
wriggling them a few times to settle her feet into place.
She
leaned over and picked up the food tray, kicking her feet up as she laid back
in her bed, placing the tray on a fold out table that hovered above the
bed. She she sipped at her coffee and
ate her breakfast while watching some news on the television, keeping her feet
placed downward so the micros wouldn’t fall out as they writhed and kicked
against her feet and between her toes giving her a pleasant, tingling little foot
massage.
Isabella
pausing for a moment and smiling as she saw a little news ticker at the bottom
of the screen below the main stories of the morning, her daughter’s name slowly
scrolling across the screen followed by the news of her becoming the head of
the company that Isabella had built from the ground up. Isabella sighed with contentment as she
rested her head back against the comfy pillow as the horizon skated by her
airplane windows, Isabella stretching her legs outward and scrunching her toes
together tightly a few times as she closed her eyes and savored the moment,
bound for wine, relaxation, and the rest of her life.
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***
The Last
Survivors of Toy Town
An arduous and virtually uncountable
amount of time had passed by for the micros as they slaved away at the whim of
their goddess. Working on the goddess’ footwear
repeatedly and endlessly as they perfected the art of polishing her heels. Days became meaningless, deaths were hollow, their
lives empty unless it was to satisfy the ageing woman whenever she felt sexually
famished. For some, that was the only
real way to tell just how much time had passed, years, seeing slightly more
wrinkles and curves on the goddess that could have only been accompanied by
long periods of time and passage as well as being up close to her body.
The memories of anything before
the closet was mostly gone, barely even remembering who Jessica was or the
feint recollections of Toy Town, until one day, the micros were forced into an
old, familiar prison, the red box.
Tumbling and falling over each other as they bounced with each titanic
step from below, until they found themselves face to face with Jessica.
It was a surreal moment for the micros, precipitous,
piercing and sudden shock made them dizzy, her eyes, her face, her evil smile,
everything was the same as the horrors of memories came flashing back to them
in an instant, images of their city being pulverized, spat on, people drowning
in her saliva, eaten, sacrificed, squished, sat on, the micros wailed and cried
inside the box, “GOODBYE” her voice rang out one last time to them as it shook
them to their very core of their soul and body.
Met with some reprieve though as
it seemed like she was gone for forever, but her image was again burned into
their minds after so long without seeing her.
The micros content with a loud buzzing in their ear and a darkness
surrounding them for what seemed like a few days, but their knowledge of time
was inaccurate, they were jostled around and slammed down on a flat surface,
nudged out of the box as they came out in droves, met with the view of Isabella
sitting above them in a strange looking room.
Her slipper dangling from high above as if it were about to fall on top
of them and wipe out the rest of their race.
The ones further back in the
crowed of micros could barely see over the edge of the strangely small bed that
made Isabella somehow look even more gigantic and looming in comparison, seeing
the dark maw between her legs as she placed her feet down on the floor, sliding
her feet out of the slippers, turning the pair of massive openings towards
them, like a pair of dark canyons as the smell of her feet wafted out of the openings
towards them. The micros confused, would
do anything the goddess said, but she wasn’t saying anything, her massive
figure just staring down at them as she looked angry, a look the micros knew
all too well, suddenly she pointed down at the slippers and then in between her
legs, the micros knowing which option was worse.
Just like the micros had gotten expertly
familiar with, scaling the tall wall of the slippers’ edges would be easy as a
few micros started to make their way towards the caves that towered over them
as the mature goddess watching on from a few miles above. Then came knocking, another goddess, her
voice soft and innocent. The micros
turning just in time to see a young giantess walking towards them, her massive
heel already on top of hundreds of them before they even had a chance to react
as it came barreling downward, many screaming as it pressed onto them, their
bodies popping and spurting before disappearing under the woman’s foot, the
micros next to those who were just squished were thrown to the ground in the
quake of her footfall, looking up to see the young woman leaning over, her legs
on either side of the micros as they tried to pull themselves up and run to
their goddess’ slippers for asylum.
They could see up her long legs
from underneath her skirt, white panties covered behind her pantyhose next to
her plump thighs in the darkness miles above them, her black heel coming back
around as it grinded into another group of people without mercy as they were
flattened, the young woman not even looking down towards the micros as they
screamed and ran away from the new giantess.
Some
thought they were safe as the giantess voices boomed above, their eyes wide
with freedom as they were approaching the slippers in the far distance by
Isabella’s toes, suddenly they felt a low rumble as they looked up, the young
giantess was turning, her legs pivoting as her ass stuck out above them, her
heel grinding against the ground as it smeared people into nothing but red
streaks against her treads as the massive wall of black came sliding towards the
rest, the wall too big to make any distance against as they tried to run away
from it, but they were helpless, rolled over with ease as their bodies were
dragged underneath.
A large portion of the final
survivors of the Trebizand ethnicity now dead and solidified as stains against
the heels of the young giantess flight attendant as she exited the room, only a
few micros turning back to watch her massive body disappearing behind the door. The rest making it and climbing into the
slippers, trying to find the best place to hide and survive themselves as they
spread out across the width and length of the slippers, the musky foot odor
encompassing their bodies the further they ventured into the maw like footwear,
climbing over tufts and hills of soft and warm fuzz as it was hard to keep
balance, the fuzz so soft that some weaker micros got stuck in it, trapped as
the rest didn’t even care after years of torture, leaving them behind as they
made their way to the darker toe sections.
Tossed and quaking as Isabella’s
toes started to wiggle into the openings of each slipper, darkening the
slippers nearly to pitch black as her soft, warm flesh rolled over thousands of
micros at a time, suffocating against her skin as they pushed back against her for
air, some crushed immediately as they splattered from the immense pressure and
weight compressing their bodies to paste.
The goddess wriggling her toes as the micros fell in between the webbings
and spaces between her toes, having no choice but to push themselves against
the mass of her overbearing flesh for breathable air that was heavily scented
with her humid feet filling their lungs.
Unbearably, she repeatedly scrunched
her toes together, massaging and pressing her feet into her slippers as
hundreds died with each significant movement she made, others slowly dying and
suffocating in the dark warmth of the sultry tomb, others exploding on her toes
or staining the fuzz as they were pressed into it with force, their bones
snapping with little effort. The few
hundred remaining survivors knew that these were to be their last moments,
hearing the goddess outside of the slippers pleasantly sigh in the distance as
she wiggled her toes more, further killing them without concern.
Everything that the micros had
done throughout their lives was finally over, their race, their city, their ethnicity
was to be snuffed out in such a meaningless and trivial manner. A mature goddess having no use for her slaves
anymore, not once caring about their culture, their families, or their
existence, just like her daughter before her, using them as nothing more than
entertainment and toys.
The
people of Trebizand, Toy Town, or whatever their goddesses decided to call them
at any given moment, were on the verge of extinction as the last remaining
micro of a once proud civilization found himself stuck between the wrinkles and
creases of Isabella’s smallest toe. The
micro struggling and kicking to escape from her warm wrinkles as his body was
becoming more constricted, unable to breathe as his body was pinned against her
unimaginable weight, engulfed in her scent, his bones crunching as he tried and
failed to gasp out in pain and beg for mercy, his guts slowly bursting from his
broken body into a bloody mess as she squeezed him to death with a minute
scrunch of her toes while she sipped at her coffee. Isabella extinguishing the last of the noble micro
race with her smallest toe as her foot massage came to an end.
The
remains of their entire people left behind as smudges against Isabella’s skin
or piles of gore in nothing more than complimentary slippers provided by the
upscale airline.
“Ahh…”
Isabella satisfyingly exhaled as she took another sip, placing the steaming cup
of coffee back down on her tray table…