My friend Samantha and I release our little puppy from his cage, as it’s time for us to play. Of course, we will be the ones enjoying ourselves, while he will have to endure the pain of our sharp stilettos digging into his flesh. He has a belly as soft as pudding, making it almost difficult to step on him, but then we take turns climbing on him, walking back and forth up to his face, leaving deep red marks. After piercing him like a colander, we allow him to remove our heels, but our feet, wrapped in stockings, will complete the task, ruthlessly and with no less lethality.