On a hot summer afternoon, the heat distorted the view outside the window. In the living room, two tall figures - Lele and Ed - were enjoying the cool breeze from the air conditioner. Both of them were wearing simple sandals, with slender leather straps wrapped around their ankles, revealing slender and bony feet. Occasionally, their toes would lazily wriggle.

Beside them, a figure that had shrunk to only a few centimeters tall was shivering. He had once been their neighbor, a proud and arrogant dwarf, but now, due to an ancient curse, he had become so insignificant. Lele noticed him first.

"Look, Ed," Lele gently touched the small figure with her toes, her voice carrying a hint of lazy teasing, "Isn't this the l*ttle neighbor who always boasted about his garden?"

Ed leaned down to take a look, her lips curling into a sneer. "Oh, he looks quite different now," she lifted her foot, the sole of her sandals - clean light gray rubber with fine anti-slip patterns - hanging above the tiny figure. "From now on, you are not a dwarf," Ed's voice was soft yet cold, "You are a cockroach. You are the slimy sludge in the sewer."

Lele smiled, her toes curling happily. "Let's play a game."

Round 1: Lele's crushing

Lele moved first. She slowly pulled her right foot out of the sandals, standing on the carpet with her bare feet, then lifted her left foot in the sandals. The sole of the sandals was a few centimeters off the ground, precisely above the tiny figure. The figure screamed, trying to crawl away, but its movements were too slow.

Lele's foot slowly pressed down.

The moment the sole of the sandals touched his body, the pressure was gradual but merciless. The anti-slip patterns first sank into his back, like countless tiny stamps imprinted on the skin. He felt his ribs bending under the heavy pressure, making a subtle but clear "coughing" sound, as if dry branches were being slowly broken. The sole continued to descend, his chest cavity was flattened, the air was expelled from the lungs, turning into a silent moan. The vertebrae shattered piece by piece, the sound was heavy and damp, like crushing a bunch of grapes.

Lele's foot did not stop. She exerted all her weight. The tiny figure - now more like a blurry mass of flesh - was c*mpletely pressed into the floor. When she lifted her foot, a clear mark was left on the floor: a complete outline of the sole of the sandals, the edges were clear, and the concave area could still see the reverse protrusions of the anti-slip patterns. In the center of that mark, a dark stain was slowly spreading.

"Your turn, Ed," Lele said casually, putting her feet back into the sandals, her toes moving comfortably in the shoe bed.

Round 2: Ed's trampling

Ed stood up, stretching her slender body. She walked up to the blob of flesh, looked down, and her eyes were filled with icy contempt. "Cockroaches should be crushed." She said softly.

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