With each stomp, Anna’s got closer. You were sure she was just messing with you, just trying to scare you, but… what if she isn’t? Another stomp landed beside you, quickly diverting your attention to your left, which prevented you from seeing the discarded hairband up ahead.

You snagged your foot on it and were sent face first into the floor, your body sliding across the carpet for several metres before grinding to a stop. You rolled onto your back, groaning as the searing pain from your friction burns set in. The view of the ceiling above was quickly obstructed by Anna, who smiled down victoriously on her prey. You raised a hand in surrender and weakly made a plea for help. 

She raised her foot again and brought it down slowly. Gradually, her sole filled your vision until it was so close it was all you could see. You pressed against it with both hands in a naive attempt to stop it, but even with all your strength, you were forced to relinquish your efforts, lest your arms snap. You laid yourself out flat as Anna’s foot engulfed you, save for you head which was visible between her big and second toe. You looked at her as if you were looking through bars in a prison cell.

“You give up?” Anna’s voice seemed to come from all around you, as if she was your entire world. “Maybe if you kiss my toe I’ll call Zoe and explain everything.” She held her phone, showing you the screen. It was the contact page for Zoe - a picture of her and Anna taking a selfie together. She’s smiling and wearing an oversized hoodie - one of yours. Anna’s thumb hovers over the ‘Call’ option.

“F…Fuck you.” You looked at her defiantly, then went back to staring at the picture of Zoe. 

“Suit yourself.” Anna shrugged. “For what it’s worth, I liked you when you two first started dating. But then you revealed who you truly were; a pathetic… little… bug.” With each word, she intensified the pressure she was applying on you, until she was resting nearly all of her weight on your tiny, creaking bones. You winced, gritting your teeth and baring the pain as you insisted on staring at the picture of Zoe. You wanted it to be the last thing you saw. 

But Anna put the phone back in her pocket, and replaced your last sight on this world with the bottom of her big toe.