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 that will soon unfold.
"Hello ma'am," whispers the salesman, a thin, nervous man. I offer him a carnivorous smile in return, his eyes lingering on my lips painted blood red.
"I'll take five cockroaches, please." My voice is soft, almost tender. The man hastens to carry out my request, unaware of the cruel fate that awaits his innocent animals.
Back home, I gently place the box on the coffee table in my living room. The click of my heels on the hardwood floor is like a dance of death, a celebration of the pain to come. I bend down to open the box, my fingers brush the cardboard with almost motherly affection.
The first cockroach is big, nervous and fidgeting all over the place. I take it delicately between my fingers, admire it for a moment. "Hello, kid," I whisper, my voice filled with perverse affection. "Ready for our dance?" I put it gently on the ground, then, with a mischievous laugh, I crush my heel on it. It twists, twists under the pressure, and a shiver of pure pleasure runs through me.
"One, two, three," I sing, crushing the second cockroach with wild glee. "See how beautiful you are now, all flattened." I laugh again, a soft laugh that hides the cruelty of my actions.
The third cockroach is crushed mercilessly, my words barely audible amid my laughter. "Oh, how pitiful you were, little monster. But look at yourself now."
The fourth cockroach makes me shiver with anticipation. "How lucky you are, sweetie," I whisper, my stiletto heel landing gently on him. "Crushed by such a beautiful foot." I crush it with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment of its deformation.
The last cockroach is crushed with a brutality that contrasts with my soft voice. "Farewell, kid. You were an excellent dancer." I laugh again, the sound ricocheting off the walls of my living room, filling the room with delicious horror.
Once the five cockroaches are deformed, crushed, I pick them up one by one and place them in a jar. The sight of their distortion fills me with perverse satisfaction, and I laugh again, my laughter mingling with the intoxicating sweetness of the air.
Disclaimer:
I want to emphasize that I am a fiction author. The stories I create and the characters populating them are the product of my imagination and in no way reflect real events or existing individuals.
I am aware that some of my stories may contain elements of horror or situations that could disturb certain readers. However, I would like to remind you that these narratives are purely fictional and are intended for a mature audience.
I disclaim any responsibility for the emotional or psychological impact that these stories could have on readers. I invite you to consider your personal sensitivity before immersing yourself in reading my narratives.
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