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She is covered in slick, wet blood. It runs down her arms, stains her dress. Her eyes are narrowed, focused.
She snips at the toes of my right foot – one at a time.
She places the pliers around the base. She clenches the handles.
Crunch.
Hot searing pain.
Thunk.
Repeat.
Dots in front of my eyes. A scream trapped in my throat.
"It's done."
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Sister | A Cinderella Retelling
FantasyShe picks up the pliers. "This is going to hurt." --- A feminist Cinderella retelling
