EXTRACT from this CRUEL Photostory …
Lady Vikki savors the moment, her heart thrumming with exhilaration as she toys with the life at her mercy. Her cigarette glows brighter with each inhale, smoke curling lazily through the air, contrasting sharply with the intensity of what lies beneath her vehicle. The servant, trembling with fear, is reduced to nothing more than a pitiful insect under the massive weight of her 4×4, and the power she feels coursing through her body is intoxicating.
She taps the gas pedal again, this time with just enough force to make the heavy vehicle inch forward, the tires rolling a mere fraction closer to his frail body. The sound of his desperate whimpering reaches her ears, and it sends a rush of pleasure through her. She doesn’t need to see him to know the terror in his eyes, the realization dawning that his miserable existence is about to end, all at her whim.
The huge vehicle is a testament to her power. The solid, unyielding steel of the chassis contrasts so starkly with the fragile flesh and bone beneath it, reminding her just how insignificant he is in comparison to her might. Her foot hovers over the pedal, teasing the idea of bringing the full weight of the vehicle down upon him. The slightest twitch of her toes, and she could reduce him to nothing but a smear on the ground. She could feel the power of it through the soles of her expensive shoes, the brutal finality of destruction in her hands.
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