She shook, feeling tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. His words were poison, she knew. But she needed him. Not just for the job. There was fire between her legs, there was a longing feeling within her chest, there was a fluttering feeling in her stomach - not butterflies, no, something ugly, sinister, perverted, and yet so incredibly alive and thirsty. She'd been trying to drown her demons, but fate made her small, showed her an ad for Nathan's company. Were these not signs of fate? They had to be.

So she inched forward, crawling, and as she moved she heard him chuckling again.

"There you go. Homecoming. Get than tongue there."

Her head hit the base of his heel. She lifted her eyes and whispered:

"I apologize, Sir. God, I'm so sorry."

Sheepishly, she stuck her tongue out and dragged it along the rubbery surface, gathering the bits of dust and crud stuck to it. Then she licked again, and again, while the mighty feet within the shoes flexed slightly; there was a heavy smell of leather in the air around her, although at one point she picked up minty smell and taste as she licked against a spot where he must have stepped on a piece of gum stuck to the sidewalk. Red in the face, feeling trapped, helpless, incapable of coherent thought, Diane licked the soles of Nathan's dress shoes clean for him, while he seemed to have forgotten about her presence. Sometimes, she had to catch a breath because there was too big of a clump of dirt to swallow. But she never stopped entirely, moving between the shoes. His voice barely registered in her mind.

"You know, I was dating someone when this whole shrinking thing started. It happened to her on a beach. It was funny, actually. We were taking a shower together, and the next moment I see her down there, tiny, floating in the dirty water. And she was very quickly drifting towards the drain."

He took a pause.

"Without thinking, I tried to catch her with my foot, but, you know", he laughed, "I wasn't too careful, and I just sort of slammed her down into the tiles. She was all there, beneath me, in the water, and I only picked her up a couple moments later... Turned out, I broke her arm, and she almost drowned, and she really, really looked like shit. But you know what?"

She heard soft rustling of some sort.

"It was glorious. Stepping on her. It was fucking amazing. So I did it again the next day, and I just kept doing it. She wasn't as good as you, not as much of a subby freak, so she never quite got into it, but you know me. I can be persuasive."

He leaned forward.

"If that'd been you, Diane, I'd bet you'd absolutely beg me to crush you. You'd be lapping up my sweat after I worked out. That's what I missed about the whole thing. When you're yourself, you worship the ground I walk on. It's beautiful."

In a swift motion, his fingers clasped around her body. He lifted her up to his massive face, his evil, beautiful eyes staring down at her. Piercing gaze, carnivorous smile, and that damn voice.

"I can hear you now", he said. "So do it. Beg me to stomp you, bitch."