The Colossal Encounter (Remake ver)

It's already been hours since you're walking on this gleaming mosaic tiles ground, you had no idea why you'd ended up here. Hours earlier, you were locked in a private cell in a normal police station's prison due to being convicted for simple theft, which you know you will just out for a few months due to you're only stealing people's pocket money at most, while promised to yourself that you will never doing this a second time. But a blinding flash tore you from your cell and dumped you onto a vast, alien landscape. The ground was a gleaming mosaic of tiles, their geometric patterns stretching endlessly, and the air hummed with low, disorienting sounds. A potent, warm, slightly musky odor hits you immediately, wafting from a pair of colossal, worn sandals nearby. The smell and stench was overwhelming, almost suffocating, yet it carried a strangely arousing edge that confused you, making your heart race.

In the distance, a towering figure loomed: an elf woman of impossible proportions, like a living mountain, which in your little perspective she seemed to rise 800 meters or maybe a bit taller, a goddess with golden hair and shimmering clothes. Despite your fear, you decided to take the risk and approach her, knowing that if you don't managed to get her attention, you will still got unknowingly squashed under her foot like a puny bug anyway, so right now you have nothing to lose anymore. You sprinted towards her sandal, dodging tile grout lines that were canyons to you, while the smell from her feet, trapped in the old leather, grew stronger, dizzying you and, to your shame, stirring an instinctive reaction. The elf stood still, engrossed and mesmerized in a glowing object, which you quickly know that it's a phone in her hands.

You looked up, and what you saw makes you froze in shock. The shiny purple fabric of her underwear was tightening, bulging in a way you recognized instantly. You have watched porn videos and erotic magazines about these before, never thought this would be real in front of your eyes right now. You stumbling back, now knowing that this giant wasn't just massive; she was aroused, and you suspected she was planning something you didn't want to witness.

You shouted, jumps up and down while waving your arms with the determination and hope of getting help, but your voice was less than a whisper. Suddenly, her eyes locked onto you. At the same time, she lowered her phone, and you caught a glimpse of the screen: a vivid porn video that is playing of a girl giving a man a blowjob. The scene, magnified to a colossal scale from your perspective, hits you like a sledgehammer, confirming your worst fears about what the giant was up to. Before you could process it, her expression shifted as she wrinkled her nose, look down at you with the gaze nor of curiosity or compassion—it was pure disgust, like looking at a bug. And her disdain mutter finally confirms your feared thoughts.

"Gross!" the elf woman mutters to herself.

The sky suddenly darkened. Her sandal, a massive slab reeking of that intense odor, rose above you. You screamed, but the world collapsed in an instant. The impact was silent, so insignificant it left no sound. You, hardened by years in prison, had no chance. But you luckily still alive, though your body got stick in the tread of the sandal's sole like hard glue, you can't move not even a tiniest bit. And she's not even care to notice or check if you that you're alive or not.

Cause to Theresia, it was just a bug, a nuisance dispatched without effort. To you, it was the end of a life defined by struggle and defiance. Your body, stuck and invisible, clung to the weathered sole of Theresia's sandal, mixed with dust and the odor that had been your now new everlasting sensation-a silent agony for a person who never found redemption. You heard her voice from above as Theresia sighed, shaking her head.

“Stupid bugs," she muttered, resuming her routine.

The run-in with the "bug" had killed her mood, so she closed the video on her phone. She walked to the bed, grabbed the orange skirt, and slipped it over her hips. She checked herself in the mirror, smoothing her crop top and adjusting her braid. She felt nothing out of the ordinary, not even the faint smell of her sandals, which to her was barely noticeable. The "bug" was forgotten, along with the tiny body now stuck tight to the sole of her worn sandal. Unknowingly, Theresia left her apartment, heading to the academy, carrying the tiny you along with her-a mishap that is almost becoming a tragedy she'd never comprehend.

Each step echoed through the city streets, a rhythm of her carefree routine. The world around you shakes up and down as she walked, texting colleagues and planning her lesson, the world kept turning, oblivious to the prisoner who'd stuck under her sandal. For Theresia, it was just another day. For you, it’s now your new prison, a smelly, dirty prison that you don’t know when or if it’s possible to escape.