A Bug's Worth

Step.

You felt that?

That wasn’t even close to you. And still… your knees buckled.

Step.

That one was closer. You probably saw the dust shake around you. Cute.

You’re already bracing, aren’t you? Little arms out like you’re going to catch me. Like you’re going to stop anything I decide to do.

Adorable.

Now, look up.

No—really look up. Past the toes. Past the shadow. Past the tower of thigh and curve of hip. All the way up. There I am.

Smirking.

You’re not even the size of my nail, and yet you freeze like prey every time I shift my weight. That little tremble you just did? That was for me, wasn’t it?

Mmm. I like that.

I bet you’re wondering what I’ll do next.

Will I nudge you with my toe? Step over you? Step on you?

Or maybe I’ll crouch. Right here. Lower and lower until you’re staring at my face like it’s the sun itself, too bright, too powerful, too much.

You can’t handle me this close, can you?

Oh, poor thing. Look at you. Breathing so fast. One flick of my finger and you’d go flying. One giggle—and you’d worship it like gospel.

How does it feel, being nothing?

No, don’t look away. I didn’t say you could.

You don’t get to decide when to look. Or when to kneel. Or when to beg.

That’s my game.

And right now, I’m feeling playful.

Let’s test something. Stay perfectly still.

Go on. Prove you can obey. I’m just going to lower my foot… slowly…

Closer…

Closer…

Ahh—you flinched.

I didn’t even touch you. Just the idea of it broke you.

You’re hopeless.

But I’m not mad. No. This is fun.

Watching you panic? It’s delicious.

Watching you try to stand tall when you’re barely the height of a breath?

Even better.

You want to know the truth?

I could keep you in a jar. Poke holes if I felt generous. Leave you under my bed. Forget you for a week. And when I remembered?

You’d thank me.

I could carry you in my shoe. Let you feel every single step. The squeeze. The heat. The weight.

Or maybe I’ll trap you under a glass on my desk. Watch you pace. Watch you pray. Watch you stare up, knowing I’m the only thing keeping you from being nothing but dust.

You’d love it.

You already love it.

That’s why you’re still here. Still staring. Still breathing for me.

So here’s your new reality, tiny thing:

You live for my steps.

You exist for my mood.

You wait, breathless, for me to decide what you’re worth.

And right now?

You’re worth a smirk.

A shadow.

A single, deliberate step—

Just close enough to remind you:

I could.

But I won’t.

Not yet.

A Bug's Worth by GoddessVelvetV

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