The smell of acid subsided, replaced once more with the stench of foot odor. He took a deep breath in, feeling a chill run up his spine as pleasure washed over him. His breath was shaky as he slowly regained his sight. The first thing he saw were the indents where her toes had worn into the inside of her shoe... [REDACTED].
He didn't move much... He simply enjoyed the humid air and smell. He knew it was... Strange, to enjoy such things but after having experienced death so often he was used to it. It had become his only true reprieve from the pain of being killed, an addiction that was fueling him. He was a living oxy-moron - He loved it, he enjoyed every second of his own deaths at the hands of others as though it were a wonderfully intoxicating drug. All the while, the overwhelming pain seemed to last longer and longer, and it was a feeling he didn't quite desire.
With the smell of his chamber now, all of his memories fueled his passion. Every painful death, every horrendous experience... It was all flowing through his mind as he enjoyed his position now.
"Dammit, i'm late. I hope they haven't started practice without me." Nikita said to herself as she rushed over to her converse, slipping her feet in one after the other. Quickly she tied her shoes, feeling a little... Thing... Moving beneath the ball of her foot right where her arch began. She sneered, knowing exactly what was in her shoe as she shifted her weight around on it. She felt it press down, the air flow from its lungs as her weight threatened to crush it. The only reason it hadn't collapsed, was that it was such a tiny creature in comparison to most.
"Well that was a stupid place to be... Bet you won't do it again, dumbass." She sharply said down to her shoe as she snagged up her backpack filled with the lyrics to their new band's songs. The band still needed a name, but they were in the beginning stages of forming and she was already sweating bullets at the thought of singing in front of a crowd of people. They'd start as most do, locally... In a small tavern or pub, then work their way out from there.
The 'lump' under her foot was gone when she finally returned home from the band's practice meet. She had done a marvelous job, or so her band-mates thought... They were going to be doing their first set in a few months and they needed to get their songs ready for that. With any luck, the girls would be out of their little corner jobs and traveling across the world for a living.
She peeled off her shoes, having completely forgotten about the stupid 'passenger' she had for the day. Casually, the Elf sat down and snagged up her controller to begin a joyful evening of gaming. She gently flexed her toes, ruffling the fabric of her arch ever so slightly as she began her gaming experience. Mathew had no choice but to suffer, crushed against the sweat-coated fabric of the songstress' sole as she idly played her games. All he could do was hope that he would shift into another realm soon...