Martina sank deep into the sofa, the leather groaning under the strain. She lit a cigarette, the crimson flame flickering in the dim living room, and smoke slowly oozed out from her lips, like some ominous omen.

"You can't escape," her voice was as deep as a thunderclap.

On the table, the l*ttle dwarf, shorter than her palm, was backing away in terror.

She opened her mouth.

The mouth was a damp cave, the pink tongue spread out like a flesh blanket, and a low swallowing sound came from the depths of her throat. The l*ttle dwarf was sent into that warm darkness and instantly soaked by saliva. Martina closed her lips, and darkness c*mpletely descended.

Then she began to chew.

First, the incisors gently closed, tentative pressure causing the dwarf's chest cavity to make a subtle "click" sound. Martina enjoyed this sensation. She slowed down and used the sharp tip of her canine teeth to scratch across the small body's abdomen - the fabric tore, the skin split open. The salty and fishy smell spread on her tongue.

The molars were the real instrument of punishment.

She moved the dwarf to the right side of her mouth, the upper and lower molars slowly closing together. This time it was crushing power: the sounds of bones cr*cking between the tooth crowns were clearly audible, like crushing a pile of dry twigs. She deliberately didn't break it all at once, but repeated grinding, turning each rib into powder between the teeth. The crushed bones mixed with flesh in her tongue, and she could even distinguish which was the scapula and which was the pelvis.

Before swallowing, she used her tongue to push that blurry residue to the teeth row, and finally, she carefully ground it again - to ensure no complete part remained.

Then she raised her head, and her Adam's apple rolled.

On the other side of the sofa, she lifted her right leg.

The sole aimed at those scattered, still twitching arms. First, the arch of the foot gently covered, the pressure applied made the crushed bones sink further into the flesh. Then she began to crush - the foot rolled back and forth, like kneading dough. With each shift of weight, a subtle "plop" sound could be heard, the internal organs being c*mpletely crushed.

The humiliating action came: She used her big toe to pick up a section of the still connected arm, lifted it into the air, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly stomped down!

"Plonk."

The sole collided with the floor with a dull sound, and in the meantime, that mass had turned into a c*mpletely flattened, sticky puddle. She repeatedly lifted her foot and stepped down, each time precisely landing on the same spot, until the stain c*mpletely imprinted into the texture of her foot sole, no longer able to distinguish whether it was her sweat or his.

Finally, the living room returned to silence, only Martina's satisfied breathing echoing.

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