Sofia is superior to any kind of luck, so she crushes also ladygugs 👣😈
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Sofia was twenty-two years old, an Italian-Brazilian girl of striking beauty: luminous olive skin, wavy black hair cascading over her shoulders, intense dark eyes, and a smile that only turned cruel when she was about to destroy something. That morning she left the house wearing her favorite open sandals — thin leather soles that left most of the sole of her foot exposed at the edges and between the toes.
She walked with slow, confident steps through the park. Luca, her boyfriend, followed a little behind, visibly nervous.
“Sofia, look… there’s a ladybug. Don’t squash it, it’s good luck,” he said.
She stopped, looked down at the small red insect moving on the pavement, and smiled. She lifted her right foot; the open sandal revealed the soft sole as it descended slowly. The ladybug disappeared beneath her. Through the thin sole and the direct contact of the central part of her foot, Sofia clearly felt the little wet crunch as the insect gave way and burst. A shiver of pleasure ran up her leg. She twisted her foot slightly, pressing calmly, savoring the complete feeling of destruction underneath.
“Good luck?” she murmured sweetly. “I am superior to any kind of luck.”
A little further on, they came across a thick twig, almost two centimeters wide, lying across the path. Without hesitation, Sofia placed her left foot on it. The sharp crack of the wood snapping came through clearly via the thin sole. She felt the fragments pressing and shattering against the sole of her foot, some tiny pieces brushing the open edges of the sandal. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying that absolute moment of power.
“I love this feeling,” she said, turning to Luca. “Anything thicker than a centimeter that touches the ground… ends up crushed under my feet. I annihilate everything I can.”
Near the fountain, a large black cockroach scurried out from a flowerbed. Sofia’s foot came down fast and precise. Through the sandal she felt the hard body crunch, followed by the warm, slimy sensation spreading under her sole. She pressed and twisted her heel slowly and cruelly, savoring every detail of the destruction: the initial resistance, the snap, the complete collapse. When she finally lifted her foot, only a dark stain remained on the pavement. She casually wiped the sole against the edge of the curb.
For Sofia it was just another walk. For everything she encountered on the ground, it was the end.