Remedy lounges in quiet comfort, unaware that her peaceful evening has been disturbed. Somewhere within the soft sprawl of her living room carpet, two tiny intruders creep across the fibers, believing themselves unnoticed.

It doesnâ€TMt take long for her to discover them.

A casual glance downward stops her mid-thought. At first, she mistakes the small shapes near her feet for insects skittering across the rug. But as her focus sharpens, realization dawns â€” these are no bugs.

They are tiny men.

A slow smile curves across her lips.

She rises from the couch, unfolding to her full height, casting an immense shadow over the trembling pair. Panic seizes them. They sc*tter, desperate to flee, but there is nowhere to go. Remedy lifts one powerful foot and brings it down with deliberate precision, blocking their escape. The impact thuds through the floor, cutting off their path.

She giggles softly, savoring the moment. The balance of power is absolute â€” and she knows it.

Like a cat toying with trapped prey, she teases them with the slow flex of her toes, the looming presence of her sole hovering inches above their heads. Their frantic movements only amuse her further. They cannot escape. Now it is simply a matter of deciding their fate.

She selects one.

Her foot rises again, suspended above him. She watches him scramble, calculating the perfect moment. Then â€” without warning â€” her foot descends. The motion is swift, final. When she lifts it, there is nothing left but silence.

The second intruder trembles alone.

Remedy bends slightly, curiosity replacing decisiveness. Instead of ending him outright, she slides him beneath her foot, pressing him between her warm sole and the stretch of her leggings. He is pinned there, trapped against her skin and fabric, barely able to move. She laughs at his futile struggle, enjoying the helpless squirming.

Eventually, boredom sets in.

With a sigh, she decides she has indulged herself long enough. She rises, preparing to leave the room. Before taking her first step, she pauses, offering one final taunt â€” a silent reminder of who holds the power here.

Then she walks.

A single step. A faint pop. And the living room is hers alone once more.

Remedy adjusts her posture, smooths her leggings, and moves on â€” as if nothing at all had happened.

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