You’re tiny and pathetic. It’d be so easy to stomp on you. I doubt I’d even notice. You’d just be stuck to my shoe as I carried on with my day. I tease you, stomping around, making you sweat. Or maybe I could eat you. I could put you in my mouth, sip you down with my morning coffee. I’d probably want to chew a little bit. You’re so pathetic, that probably turns you on too. You’re completely at my mercy.