I preferred to change my boots before I finished slaughtering these little machines with my slaves inside. I took off my Buffalo boots and put on my beautiful Stuart Weitzman ones. With these boots, which have a lower sole, I will have more sensitivity and be able to feel the weak resistance of the machines I crush. I climb the steps and, from the height of my impressiveness, I observe my sacrificial victims. With the soles and wide heels of my boots I begin to crush the machines, I feel them give way and destroy themselves under my weight. I jump from step to step and feel them explode under me; with the size of my feet, I manage to crush three or four at a time. I put the machines under my huge heel or under my immense soles and put all my strength and weight on them. In no time the slaughter is complete, I place the last intact vehicles next to each other and with one last jump I land on top of them ending the suffering of these useless little slaves…. They remain crushed with their cars between the floor and the soles of my boots, while I turn my feet over them with all my cruelty.
