Letitia sat at her desk, staring out the window of her expansive office. The view was impressive, but it did little to alleviate the boredom that had settled over her like a thick fog. She was a successful businesswoman, accustomed to having things her way, but today, even the thought of closing another multi-million dollar deal did nothing to excite her.
Her gaze wandered to the street below, where she noticed a small figure crawling in the distance. As she focused on the figure, she realized it was a young boy, no more than twelve years old, with a broken leg, desperately trying to crawl away from her gaze. A sudden surge of excitement and power coursed through Letitia's veins. The sight of his vulnerability was intoxicating.
She stood up from her desk and made her way over to the boy, towering over him. She picked him up roughly, his tiny body dangling in her grip. Letitia looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're going to be my servant, boy. And I'll spare your life if you work hard enough."
The boy, despite the pain he was in, tried his best to please Letitia. He cleaned her office, fetched her coffee, and did any task she asked of him. Letitia watched him with an evil smile. She couldn't believe how easy it was to control him.
As the day went on, Letitia became more and more cruel to the boy. She insulted his size, his intelligence, and his ability to please her. The boy took the insults in stride, determined to prove his worth. But Letitia had no intention of keeping her promise to spare his life.
Letitia looked down at the boy with a wicked gleam in her eye. "You've worked hard, boy. But it's time for you to die."
The boy's eyes widened with fear as Letitia lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. She sat on the boy, crushing him with her full weight. The boy cried out in pain, but Letitia only laughed.
Letitia ground her hips, enjoying the feeling of the boy's body beneath her. She could feel his bones breaking, and it only turned her on more. The boy's cries became weaker and weaker until they finally stopped. Letitia stood up, satisfied.
Letitia looked down at the boy's crushed body and said, "What a weak little thing you were. I'm glad I got to kill you."
Letitia walked back to her desk, already planning her next conquest. She was a powerful woman, and she was not afraid to use her strength to get what she wanted. She had always been in control, and she always would be.
As she sat back down at her desk, she couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. She had taken a life, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. She was a goddess, and the world was her plaything.
Letitia couldn't wait to see what the next day would bring. She was ready for anything, and she was eager to prove just how far she would go to get what she wanted.
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