As the sounds of crumbling masonry reached her ears as she stepped on house after house she suddenly thought to herself: "hmmmmm this is rather fun.....it isn’t that I have to hurry to return to the office anytime soon, I have the tinies to do the work, and there are so many in the area it won’t matter if a few go missing….”CRUNCH!...her pump had just stepped on a shopping mall crowded with tinies trying to escape. It sounded so delicious, Vera purred with delight, ”….or a lot go missing, haha”. She then began crashing and smashing her way through the tiny town. It was pandemonium as building after building collapsed, cars and roads got stomped on, and as for the tiny people, 1000s perished under the relentless pummelling of Vera’s pumps. Vera couldn’t care less, she was enjoying herself, in fact it was intoxicating, the exhibition of power and control on these disposable beings and their structures, even arousing, perhaps even more so than her ritual humiliation of her tiny employees.
Eventually it was all over. As Vera stood there, arms folded across her chest which was scarcely contained in her tight work blouse, she smiled as she gazed over the smouldering ruins of a town that used to be home to 50,000 tiny humans, the survivors of whom could be seen using every means to escape much to Vera’s amusement. “What next?” she thought……
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