Exhausted by Sylvain’s incessant, flirtatious advances and the way he seemed to target both her and Hilda together, Marianne looked down at the shrunken, frantic Sylvain with a newfound sense of quiet detachment. There was no need for politeness or hesitation as she voiced her deep-seated grievances, declaring that such a diminished, insignificant existence was far more fitting for a man of his character. With a steady, unyielding motion, she brought her feet forward and pressed his tiny form between her feet, grinding him between her soft but heavy soles of until he was nothing more than a smear.
Next part with my collab project between me and @ClubVelvet