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I almost stepped on something… thought it was a bug at first. But no. It was one of them. A Tiny. I’ve heard the stories—little specks crawling around, desperate and helpless—but I never believed they were real. Until now. I picked him up, gave him a little taste… ugh. Disgusting. Not worth keeping. So I decided to play. I dangled my feet above him, teased him, toyed with his tiny body while he squirmed in fear—and maybe even a little pleasure. Gross. Still, it was fun… for a while. But toys get boring. So I stomped him. Barefoot. One final crunch to remind him how meaningless he really was. Then a little tap with my slipper, just to make sure. And just like that, I walked away. Like he never existed.