Smashed like a Bug
In the dimly lit dungeon, Queen Annellea towered over her trembling subject. The smell of impending violence hung heavy in the air as she surveyed the pathetic creature before her. The subject quaked in fear, their eyes darting around the room, desperately seeking some sliver of hope.
"Another of these little wretches," she sneered, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "You think you can challenge me? You're nothing but a bug, destined to be crushed under my heel."
Her voice was cold and calculated, each word a dagger to the subject's already shattered spirit. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a massive mallet, the weight of it threatening to crush the subject where they stood.
The subject whimpered, their body trembling uncontrollably as the queen approached. She stood mere inches away, her breath hot against their skin. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
With a swift and brutal force, Queen Annellea brought the mallet crashing down on her subject. The crunch of bone and the sickening splatter of blood filled the air, sending chills down the spine of any who dared to witness this display of raw power.
The queen stood over her broken prey, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "That's what happens when you dare to defy me," she growled, her voice thick with menace.
In the aftermath of the attack, the only sound was the slow drip of blood from the shattered remains of her victim. A grim reminder to all who crossed Queen Annellea: resist at your own peril.
