Finally... it's over. Those reports, those meetings, and the endless useless chatter. Every nerve in my body is screaming. Now, all I want is to empty my mind and get this damn world away from me... Huh?

About one meter in front of her right foot (which was very close to her), the carpet's fibers resembled a rough jungle. At the edge of the "jungle", a dwarf about 15 centimeters tall stood motionless. His clothes were tattered, covered in mud and unknown stains, and did not match the clean carpet. He raised his head, and his huge face filled his entire field of vision, with his expression frozen in terror and stupor. Oh? What is this? A... a bug crawling out of the sewer? Or debris from the trash can? How dare it... dare it dirty my carpet?

* The dwarf didn't move or make a sound. It seemed as if he had been petrified.

* LELE's right foot slowly lifted. A huge shadow c*mpletely covered the dwarf. The complex patterns on the sole - winding hills and valleys, slightly moist reflections, and that undeniable, slightly warm and slightly sour smell - became the only "sky" in the dwarf's world.
* The sole hovered above his head, just a few centimeters away. The heat and smell were even stronger.

Look at you... covered in filth, even more disgusting than the rotten mud in the gutter on the street. Your very existence is a form of pollution. And I... (she gently moved her toes) The dust on my feet, having experienced the plush surface of the high-quality carpet, the smooth marble floor... they are all ten thousand times cleaner than you. You don't even have the qualification to compare with the dust on my sole. Do you understand? The worm in the stinking ditch.

* Before the words were finished, the huge sole slowly pressed down. Not a hard kick, but with a slow, firm, and irresistible pressure. The camera cut to the dwarf's perspective: the huge flesh-c*lored "sky" crushed the "forest", taking over everything.
* The sole first touched the dwarf's head, then his shoulders, torso. He seemed to be nailed in place, powerless to resist (or had given up resisting). The dirty clothes were squeezed, sticking to the skin, and then the skin itself deformed under the huge pressure. He was slowly, c*mpletely pushed towards the carpet.
* The patterns on the sole deeply imprinted on him, and the dust mixed with his filth.

Ah... this is the feeling. A negligible resistance... and then it disappears. Flatten, crush your filthy, humble forms, and blend them into lower-grade dust. This is your destination, worm.

* She began to apply greater pressure and slightly rolled her foot back and forth. The movements were meticulous and cruel. *
* LELE lifted her foot. A blurry, humanoid-shaped indentation was left on the carpet, and scattered nearby were even dirtier debris. The dwarf collapsed there, his body flattened out, covered with the fibers of the carpet and the dust from the giant's sole, motionless, but still showing faint signs of life.
* She looked at the "mark", tilting her head.

This wasn't enough... It was too blurry. I need to remember... Remember your most humble, most ugly, and most repulsive appearance at this moment. This is an eternal memorial for you intruding into my domain.

* She reached out and took the huge phone placed on the nearby coffee table (for her, it was a normal size). Unlock it and open the camera application. *

*(While taking pictures, she was calmly but extremely insultingly explaining)*
Look, this angle is great... The dust on your face is the dirt that came out from between my toe spaces. It suits you perfectly. This one... You look like a piece of torn-up rag. This one... Are your eyes still looking? Are they still looking at this foot of mine that is about to judge you again? Remember these photos, bug. This is the last evidence of your existence, and it's the most shameful evidence. You will be stored in my phone, along with my shopping list and landscape photos... As the lowest, only-for-amusement collection.

* She took over a dozen close-up shots from various angles. Then she put down the phone contentedly.

*

Alright, the commemoration part is over. It's time to continue... Purification.

* She lifted her foot again. This time, she didn't step down directly, but aimed the sole of her big toe at the center of the dwarf's body.

*

Let you experience it from a different perspective... Looking up at your giant overlord from between my toe spaces. That must be... very shocking?

* She pressed down her big toe, while deliberately creating a gap between the big toe and the second toe. The dwarf's upper body was pressed under the big toe, while the lower body might be at the edge of the toe gap. Then, she c*mpletely lowered her foot, but kept her toes slightly apart.

* (Looking down through the narrow gap between LELE's separated toes. Through that narrow, full of skin folds and strong smell "canyon", one can vaguely see the dwarf being squeezed and pressed against the carpet below. His face might be facing that gap, as if looking through the last "window" to look up. *
See? Insects. From this cr*ck, can you see my face? Or can you only see the endless flesh-c*lored walls and shadows? This is your entire world. Dominated by my toes, soaked in my smell, baked by my temperature... Your vulgarity, your filth, your entire existence, is clearly imprinted in my perception. Every tremor of yours (if there is any), I can feel. You are worse than a grain of s*nd.

* She began to slowly rotate her foot, repeatedly pressing and rubbing that spot with the area between her toes. The movements were full of sadistic. ... Do you think silence is useful? Your silence, to me, sounds like the most beautiful wailing. It's the sound when dust is crushed... Yes, that's the sound. I can hear it under my feet. ... From the moment you chose to appear beneath me - no, from the moment you were born as such a tiny creature, your fate was sealed. Covered by the vastness, smoothed out by the absolute power. This is the law of the universe. And I am your law. ... My sour smell? Maybe it is for you. This is the scent after labor, the proof of walking on this world. But your stench is decay, stagnation, the smell of garbage destined for removal. We are worlds apart. ... Struggling? Why not struggle? Oh... I forgot, you don't even have the right to struggle. Your full effort is not as good as the slightest involuntary movement of my toe. ... Have you been c*mpletely flattened? Great. Your outline is fading away, blending in with the carpet's texture and the dust I brought. Your final contribution is to become a negligible stain in my footprints. This is your glory, bug. ... Up and down. Not up and down in response to fate, but up and down beneath my feet. Your will, your existence, everything about you, are all being redefined at this moment by the sole touch of my feet. Accept it. This is your only choice, and your ultimate destination.

* Her movements gradually slowed down, changing from intense pounding to slow, sustained pressure steps. Finally, she kept the entire weight of her foot on that "mark" for a long time, which was almost indistinguishable in shape by now.
Twenty minutes... For you, it felt like an eternity, right? For me, it was a decent... relief. Now, the world is quiet. The filth has been removed, and order has been restored.
She slowly lifted her foot and glanced at the ground. There was only a deep, mixed with various stains footprint left, and the dwarf's independent form was no longer present.
Good night, bug. May you... No, you no longer have the right to "wish". Disappear.

* She stood up, her huge figure heading towards the bathroom. Leaving behind the huge, seemingly burying everything, footprint in the living room. *

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