The city street was teeming with people, all hurrying to their next destination. Amidst the sea of bodies, Angela strode confidently, her heels clicking against the pavement. She was a woman on a mission, and the earlier meeting that had gone awry was still fresh in her mind.
Angela was a force to be reckoned with, a successful businesswoman who had fought her way to the top. She was used to being in control, used to getting her way. And when things didn't go as planned, she could be formidable.
As she walked, Angela's thoughts were consumed by the meeting. She replayed the events in her mind, going over every detail and wondering where she had gone wrong. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the young boy who had stopped in front of her, his eyes glued to the video game in his hands.
Timmy was just a boy, barely ten years old. He was small for his age, and his lack of attention often got him into trouble. As he stood on the street, completely absorbed in his game, he didn't notice the woman barreling towards him.
It was only when Angela's hip collided with Timmy's shoulder that he looked up. The impact sent him stumbling, and his video game flew from his hands, clattering to the ground.
Angela's first instinct was to keep moving, to ignore the boy and continue on her way. But something about the way Timmy looked at her, with wide, scared eyes, made her pause.
In a fit of anger, Angela grabbed Timmy by the arm. She didn't mean to hurt him, but her grip was strong, and Timmy winced in pain.
"Watch where you're going!" Angela snapped, her voice sharp and cutting.
Timmy tried to pull away, but Angela's grip was too tight. He was scared, and tears welled up in his eyes.
As Angela stood there, holding the boy, she felt a strange sense of relief wash over her. It was as if all the anger and frustration from the meeting had been funneled into this one moment, and she was reveling in the power she held over Timmy.
She looked down at the boy, her eyes narrowing as she took in the tears and the bruises that were starting to form on his arm. And then she saw it, Timmy's backpack on the ground, forgotten in the chaos.
A cruel smile spread across Angela's face as she bent down and picked up the bag. She rummaged through it, pulling out Timmy's most prized possessions. There was a comic book, a toy car, and a small, worn teddy bear.
Timmy watched, helpless, as Angela crushed his belongings under her feet. He could only stand there, tears streaming down his face, as she twisted and turned, reveling in the power she held over him.
In his mind, Timmy's thoughts and memories were crushed under Angela's bare soles. He was powerless to stop her, and all he could do was watch as his world was destroyed.
When Angela was finished, she stood up, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She looked down at Timmy, who was still crying and unable to stand.
"You should be more careful," Angela said, her voice softening slightly. And then, without another word, she turned and walked away.
Timmy watched her go, his heart heavy with sadness and fear. He didn't understand why this woman had hurt him, why she had destroyed his things. All he knew was that she had, and that he was left alone, crying on the street.
Angela, on the other hand, felt satisfied and happy. She hailed a cab and headed home, her mind already turning to other things. Once home, she locked the door and began to masturbate, thinking of the wicked act she had committed.
As she climaxed, Angela couldn't help but smile. She had taken her anger and frustration and had used it to assert her power over someone else. And it had felt good.
It was a dark and twisted moment, but for Angela, it was just another day in the city.
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