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She picks up the glass slipper.
Carefully she places it beneath my mangled foot. We share a look.
She pushes.
She shakes her head.
It doesn't fit.
"Do it."
She puts the shoe back on the bench, pulls another length of gauze, and winds it around my foot. She tightens both ends. I hear the snap of bones.
The scream gurgles in my throat.
She binds it tighter, altering the shape.
Then slowly she picks up the shoe again. Like before she places it at my foot.
She pushes.
I grimace.
The shoe slips on.
Triumph lights her eyes.
I take the wood out of my mouth. I'm panting for breath.
"Do the other one."
"You need to rest."
"No time. He is coming."
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Sister | A Cinderella Retelling
FantasyShe picks up the pliers. "This is going to hurt." --- A feminist Cinderella retelling
