"I can't explain this unhealthy pleasure. I hate snails. Their bright color, their dripping slime, their too-perfect shell. They repel me. But what I hate even more is the sound of them crushing under my heels. needles. And yet, it is a ritu...

The pet shop bell jingles happily as I push open the door. The smell of wood that fills the room makes me shiver with anticipation. I walk forward, my stiletto heels ringing on the old parquet floor, each click a prelude to the symphony of cruelty th...