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The sun was setting as Sarah pulled her car into the driveway after another long day at work. She sighed and collected her handbag and briefcase before stepping out and walking towards the front door. The heels of her stilettos clicked rhythmically against the pavement.

Sarah had a secret crush fetish. The feeling of something soft and fragile beneath her stiletto heels drove her wild with excitement. She often fantasized about stomping on toys, insects, small animals. It was a taboo thrill she only allowed herself to indulge in private.

"Mom's home!" Sarah called out as she entered the house, kicking off her heels. No one replied. Thinking her 5-year-old son Timmy must be playing in his room, Sarah headed to the kitchen to pour herself a stiff drink before starting dinner.

She stepped into the kitchen and froze. Her eyes widened in shock at the scene before her. Timmy's toy cars were scattered all over the tile floor in disarray. And amidst them, she saw a tiny green shape writhing weakly.

Sarah gasped, realizing it was Spot, Timmy's beloved pet gecko lizard. She must have left his terrarium open when she rushed out this morning.

Without thinking, Sarah stepped forward in her bare feet. Her heel came down squarely on Spot's tiny body. She felt a sickening crunch and a flash of foul-smelling goo squirt out from under her foot. Spot let out a pathetic squeal that was abruptly cut off.

"No no no!" Sarah moaned, trying to pick up the mushy remnants of the lizard with shaking hands, but it was too late. Spot was thoroughly pulverized. Dark green guts mixed with the toy cars and smeared across the tiles.

"What's going on Mommy?" Timmy's voice piped up behind her. He stood in the doorway, eyes round as he took in the gruesome scene.

Sarah whirled around. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. Mommy made a terrible mistake. I accidentally stepped on Spot." Her voice broke with guilty tears.

Timmy started to wail, dissolving into heartbroken sobs. Sarah knelt beside him and pulled him into a hug, squeezing her eyes shut in anguish.

Oh god, why did she have to come home in those damn heels? Sarah thought miserably as she rocked her inconsolable son. Now Spot was dead and her son hated her. The one thrill she allowed herself and it had destroyed everything.

Sarah vowed then and there she would never indulge that twisted fetish again, no matter how much it turned her on. Crushing Spot to death in her stilettos was a repulsive line she would never, ever cross. She had learned her lesson the hard way.