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Veronica was just an average high school girl, or so it seemed. At 16, she was already a stunning beauty, with long brunette hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that turned heads wherever she went. But beneath her angelic exterior lurked a dark secret.

Veronica had a crush fetish like no other. She got off on the idea of slowly, agonizingly crushing small creatures underfoot. At first it was just bugs and worms in her backyard. But as her lust for domination grew, so did her appetite for more...substantial prey.

It all started when her nerdy classmate Kyle had the gall to ask her for the answers to a math test. Veronica flew into a jealous rage, livid that anyone dared question her academic superiority. She called him out in the hallway after school.

"You think you're better than me, Kyle? Fat chance!" Veronica snarled, pulling a sleek black smartphone from her purse. Her fingers danced across the screen, tapping and swiping.

Suddenly, with an audible POP, Kyle vanished! In his place stood a miniscule young man, no bigger than a thumb. "Wh-what did you do to me?!" he squeaked in terror.

"Shrunk you, you little dweeb," Veronica purred, plucking him up between her fingers. "Now be a good boy and come home with me."

Over the next few days, Veronica systematically shrunk every boy who had ever wronged her - the jocks who wouldn't date her, the nerds who thought they were smart, the losers who didn't even register on her radar. She stashed them away in her room in tiny cages and jars, taking them out to tease and torment at her leisure.

But Veronica's favorite pastime was crushing. Using the app's zoom function, she'd watch each miniscule boy try to flee as she placed her foot on them, savoring their wails of despair as she pressed down, her dainty feet slowly but surely annihilating them into pulp.

Unaware, Veronica's mother Diane trudged home from another long shift at the office, slipping off her high heels in the entryway. The unseasonably hot weather had left her spent. All she could think about was a cold shower and an even colder drink.

Padding down the hall in her stockinged feet, Diane didn't notice the tiny figures scattered across the carpet until it was too late. She felt them crunch and squish beneath her soles, but thought nothing of it, figuring them to be some sort of bug.

That was before her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and fell upon the sheer carnage she'd wrought. The floor was spattered with bloody smears and gory bits of what was unmistakably human flesh, if only on a tiny scale. And in the center of the massacre lay a smartphone on its side, its screen still active, still recording.

With a cry of horror, Diane snatched up her daughter's phone. The video playing on the screen revealed all - Veronica's sadistic crush fetish, her collection of shrunk classmates, the impassioned pleas for mercy that preceded their gruesome demise.

Diane's blood ran cold. Her own daughter, the angelic girl she'd raised, was a monster. But there was no time to deal with that now. She had to cover her tracks before the police caught wind of this.

Hands shaking, Diane deleted the video and slammed the phone shut. Then, on a sudden whim, she opened it back up and launched the camera app. If her baby girl could make snuff movies, why couldn't she?

Diane gave the bloody footprints a saucy little tap with her stockinged toe, smirking for the camera. "Oopsie, Daddy didn't get home 'til late! I just stepped on the weirdest things! Don't mind the mess, girls will be girls! Hehe!" She blew a kiss and shut off the recording.

There. That should throw the cops off their trail. And who knows? Maybe the YouTube ad revenue would be enough to get her out of this dump and into a nicer condo.

Diane picked her way gingerly around the smallest of the stains, limping off to clean herself up and prep for round two. Her girl was in for one hell of a timeout...