The living room was filled with the sound of heavy footsteps as Eleonore and Stella walked in. They were dressed in their Alice costumes, complete with fluffy skirts and black flats. Their eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, but they hardly noticed the tiny figures scattered across the floor.
"Stella, look at all these little toys," Eleonore pointed out, her gaze fixed on the tiny clay balls that resembled miniature humans. "I wonder what they are for?"
Stella shrugged, her foot unconsciously lifting off the ground. She casually crushed a handful of the miniatures under her shoe, not even feeling them beneath her soles.
"They must be for my brother's fetish," Eleonore remarked, bending down to pick up a few more. Her fingers easily enveloped the tiny figures, which were barely the size of ants. She squeezed them between her fingers, feeling their brittle bodies give way under the slightest pressure.
"You think he'll notice if we squish a few of them?" Stella asked with a mischievous grin.
Eleonore shrugged, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "If he does, he'll just have to make more."
Together, the two women began crushing the miniature figures underfoot, not paying attention to the number they squished. It was almost like a game to them, seeing how many they could crush before it became too tedious.
Suddenly, Eleonore caught sight of one of the tiny figures trying to escape beneath her skirt. She lifted her gaze from the ground, her face contorting into a playful smirk. She knelt down, her stomach pressing against the ground as she lowered herself onto her hands and knees. The tiny figure watched in terror as she approached, its eyes wide with fear.
Eleonore slowly extended her hand, her fingers reaching out to grasp the figure. With a sickening crunch, she closed her fingers around it, squishing it under her palm. She held up the tiny, broken body for Stella to see, a look of amused satisfaction on her face.
Stella giggled, her gaze fixed on the broken figure in her sister's hand. "That's what he gets for his weird fetish," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The two women continued their game for several more minutes, crushing the remaining figures underfoot. Finally, they stood up, brushing off the remnants of their tiny playthings from their clothes. Eleonore looked down at the floor, her mouth twisting into a grimace.
"What a mess," she muttered, shaking her head. "I'll have to clean this up later."
Stella shrugged, uncaring. "It was your brother's idea, after all. Let him clean it up."
They walked out of the room, their heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway. The tiny figures lay scattered across the floor, their broken bodies a testament to the power of the two giants that had just passed through.
