Kali Alaura: The Goddess of Destruction in - "Detention"
by�Daedelus 98 and Alex



Contact Kali: kalicrusheralaura@gmail.com

Kali Alaura was glad the day was over, overseeing immature troublemakers in
detention on top of her regular 8th Grade teaching duties was excruciatingly
exhausting. Those demonic little brats were a teacher's worst nightmare and
Kali was living it wide awake! She loved teaching itself, for teaching was all
she wanted to do growing up. After getting her master��s degree three years
ago, she was more than excited for the world of teaching, although that
excitement soon subsided. Kali landed a job quick and was happy to work, as it
allowed her to begin payments towards her outstanding student loans. Things
were going well until the new principal, Mr. Wakkit took over from Tammy
Masters, the impressive woman that was her friend and mentor; someone who Kali
was personally grateful to work under. Mr. 'Whack-it', as the students had
soon nicknamed him, was a pain in the ass to everyone he met - faculty,
students, even the maintenance staff always seemed to be on his bad side no
matter what they did. He really hated Kali, especially after she reprimanded
him for accusing one of her fellow teachers of stealing supplies from the
maintenance storage locker. Ever since then, Kali could count on having to
watch detention at least twice a week, and it was starting to wear on her
nerves, dealing with horrid little momma's boy brats who had no respect for
her, nor the school! Kali came close to knocking out those despicable brats
out on at least more than one occasion, but she needed the job, especially
with all the arduous work she had put in and did not like the idea of jail
time in the slightest.

The classroom cleared out quickly and Kali reveled in the silence, kicking off
her black Christian Louboutin stilettos and allowing her tired, achy feet to
finally breathe. The cold floor felt soothing to Kali's feet, it was the
weekend, and she could not be happier. She would not have to deal with little
immature boys for at least a couple of days! Time for drinks with her girls,
and enough alcohol to help forget the work week!

The weekend flew by and before she knew it, Kali was back again watching
naughty little twits in detention after a trying, testing Monday. Kali caught
one student playing with a Nintendo Switch and another reading a comic book,
both of which Kali promptly confiscated from the two unsuspecting hellions!
The school rules forbade students bringing toys from home, and the offender
never saw them again after they had been confiscated. The other teachers found
creative, or even supportive ways to deal with their hauls, such as donating
them to less fortunate children or involving other classes in art projects
where their toys would get summarily ruined by the paint and clay of younger,
more playful students. Kali, however, was different. Her method was far more
personal and meaningful than the others'. Kali opened the desk drawer tossing
the items in with all the other confiscated garbage, football and baseball
cards, comic books, valuable diecast cars, and trucks. Looking at the drawer's
contents reminded Kali of very fond memories.

The boys had been the same when Kali was in middle school, bringing baseball
cards, toy cars, and toy guns to play with outside during lunch period. Kali
thought the boys and their toys were silly and stupid. Kali started wearing
high heels and dresses to school, getting the attention of the boys in her
class, or at least the ones not interested in playing with dumb toys! Ever
since she could remember Kali loved to destroy things; it did not matter what
it was, toy cars, planes, books, or even a valuable artwork. All of it was the
same to her and her devious heels. She fondly remembered watching ��The Brave
Little Toaster", loving the parts where the giant machine crushed up old junk
cars in the yard! Loving that so intensely helped fuel and reaffirmed her
passion for destruction! Her little cousins and neighborhood boys could not
understand where their favorite toys had gone!

One day in middle school, Kali was wearing her favorite green dress and black
stiletto high heels with one thought in mind - destruction! She was stronger
than her classmates and easily took away the toy guns from two of the boys
that normally played "war" during lunch period. Kali slammed their toy guns to
the ground before mercilessly stomping on them with her high heeled feet on
the hard pavement! Kali continued to stomp as both boys frantically waved
their arms, begging her to stop, crushing their guns into a million plastic
pieces and laughing sadistically as she did it! One of the boys stepped up to
Kali upset she had crushed their fun! Kali was not having any of this, and
punched the boy in the stomach, instantly crushing his defiance over her
actions. The embarrassed boy doubled over onto the ground at Kali's feet to
the laughter of the other kids that saw what had happened. The boy's friends
wanted no part of Kali or her fists and at once backed away from their
disgraced fallen comrade!

That same day, Kali spotted another group of boys looking at stupid baseball
cards on the carpeted floor in their classroom. Kali smiled as she walked
right in the middle of the cards laid out nice and neat between the boys. She
made sure to grind her heels into the valuable cards and pierced holes into
them! Stomp after stomp soon ruined their collection forever, which brought
Kali a feeling of immense joy! She loved destroying things that meant so much
to boys that it gave her a rush of endorphins, arousing the destructive demon
inside her!

Kali once took a rare Spider Man comic book worth thousands of dollars from
one of her friend's brothers. Kali ripped apart the valuable comic using the
torn pages as a mat to paint her toenails! She crumpled up ripped pages for
use as toe separators while she painted her nails, being sure to carelessly
spill red nail polish on the trashed remains. Kali's hungry shredder sure
enjoyed destroying the evidence of the expensive comic's destruction! Nobody
suspected Kali when the boy discovered his precious book was missing. It
served him right, anyway, considering that he had been abusive to Kali!

During her reminiscence, the bell suddenly rang very loudly, snapping Kali
from her daydream at once! Monday had mercifully ended, Kali was tired, but
got exciting news that instantly energized her! Her friend was a tour manager
for the Foo-Fighters and managed to get Kali a job as the band's publicist!
Kali jumped on that faster than she ever had when crushing a toy car! She put
in notice and would soon be out of the current hell that was her teaching job!
Looking at the confiscated toys gave Kali an idea for her last day ever of
monitoring detention! A deviously destructive smile came upon her face...

Kali smiled as she walked into the classroom for her last day of work at the
school. Today, she was looking forward to detention! Overall, there were three
boys serving detention in Kali's classroom. None of them were much higher than
five feet apiece, and even then, her Loubs granted Kali another few precious
inches off the ground to add to her 5'2" stature. She had grown bigger and
stronger in the years since her days at middle school, but the boys had
remained the same! She arose from her seat, a slight smirk still prevalent
between her cheeks, and strutted confidently to the door of her classroom,
locking it from the inside and removing the key. She then drew the blinds, to
turn away any prying eyes.

The boys were suspicious as to what Kali's intentions were but did not take
any real notice of their teacher until she stood up on the wooden desk,
denting the soft, supple wood with her unrelenting heels. As they dug in,
leaving chips and marks in the otherwise work-worn surface, she viciously
barked her orders at the troublesome trio:

"You little shits ruined my time at this school and destroyed everything I
loved about teaching! You're going to watch as I destroy everything you love!"
She sat back down in her spot, before withdrawing the Nintendo Switch, she had
confiscated earlier in the day. "Which one of you does this piece of male
trash belong to?" Kali interrogated her small audience, waiting to see if
anyone took her bait.

"Uhh..." the smallest of the three whimpered, raising his hand and
simultaneously wincing at the impressive power his teacher was putting on
display, "That would be mine, m-miss." His arms shook as he dreaded what the
psychopath which towered over him was about to do.

"Get to the back of the room at once!" Kali ordered, brandishing the Switch in
one of her expertly manicured hands. "Now sit down. There's a good boy." She
now gently lowered the Switch on to the classroom's floor.

"I am going to give you three seconds to retrieve your silly boy toy,
otherwise you will lose it forever!"

One. The boy rose in his place and at once broke into a sprint. Two. The boy
prepared for a running dive and outstretched his hands. Three. His hands
contacted the Switch but was not able to relinquish them in time before they
were rudely acquainted with the sole of Kali's Loubs. Now one of his hands was
firmly pinned to the Switch, and he was unable to move. He flailed, grunting
in mild pain, but Kali's strong calves prevented him from moving another inch.
As a few ticks of the clock agonizingly passed, the boy tried to futilely
reason with his teacher as she piled on more pressure. The boy's face turned
red as he grimaced at the pain, he was now in.

"Let go..." Kali suggested, "And you'll still have a hand by the end of this."

The boy refused to let go of his grip. "Never!" He cried, "This was a
Christmas gift from my parents!"

"Well..." Kali rebutted, "You should have thought of that before taking it to
school. Now let go."

The boy steadfastly refused, instead now trying to pry the Switch from under
Kali's sole with his other hand. Kali was smart enough to spot this and
quickly planted the heel of her other Louboutin on to the back, now pinning
him totally to the Switch. The boy yelped out in pain again and was now
kicking his feet at the classroom floor, as well as grinding his thighs to
free his hands. Kali pushed harder against the boy's other hand with the
sharp, devilish metal heel, and tears started streaming down his face.

"Let your stupid toy go."

The boy was finally broken. Kali sensed his hands were no longer in a state of
resistance, and gently lifted the Loub whose heel had embedded itself into one
of them. The boy quickly pulled his hand out, with a red ring now prominently
marking his skin. He raised the back of his hand to his lips and tried to kiss
it better, sucking away the pain, as his other hand eventually came loose. He
barely had the time to think when Kali executed the next step of her evil
master plan.

With the boy preoccupied with his abused hands, she plunged one of her raised
legs into the Switch, instantly shattering the screen. A crack appeared from
the epicenter of her Louboutin stiletto heel, which slowly widened as she
mounted increased pressure on to the poor console, stressing and buckling the
frame underneath. As the sound of crunching and readily obvious signs of
damage began to subside, Kali pressed her other heel into the screen, causing
an identical dent in another place. In little time at all, both cracks met in
a fracture which threatened to implode the screen entirely. As the console
tried its absolute hardest to resist further damage, Kali withdrew both heels
before stomping hard, caving the screen in completely. The plastic frame
around the console snapped.

"You will thank me later in life for doing that!"

The boy's spirit was crushed, just like his most cherished of all things! He
was meekly and slowly walking back to his seat. Kali was not done teaching
these delinquents their lesson, pulling out another of their prized
possessions - a small tan box.

"Whom does this belong to I wonder?!?" Kali wickedly mocked opening the box's
top revealing its contents for all to see.

Slowly and pensively one of the two remaining boys raised his hand. Kali
laughed sadistically

at the pathetic brat. "Football cards? I bet these are valuable, aren't they?"
Kali sternly asked. The boy nervously nodded his head up and down not saying a
word, Kali could see how scared he was at losing his prized card collection.
Kali smiled at him while harshly going through the cards, a sight that made
their owner simply beside himself!

"Ms. Alaura, please don't..." Kali instantly snapped her head around startling
the naughty boy cutting him off mid-sentence! "Don't what, you little hellion.
Don't do this?" Kali sadistically asked ripping one of the valuable cards in
half! The boy remained in his seat shocked at what was happening before his
eyes!

"This is what happens to boys that don't mind their teachers during class."
Kali coldly announced ripping apart another card in two carelessly tossing all
four pieces to the cold classroom floor. "You twits do not get enough
discipline at home so then schools are expected to do it." Kali said, ripping
more cards to shreds. The boy was on the verge of tears now watching his
collection being destroyed by Ms. Kali.

"You going to cry now you little brat? Here is something to cry about." Kali
said walking over to a shredder in the corner near her desk. Kali's captive
audience watched mesmerized as Kali turned on the device. The shredder made a
loud noise, just like the one she had at home, and Kali lifted one of the
remaining football cards over it is hungry, spinning blades.

Kali looked over at the boy, now in tears and dropped the helpless card
feeding the shredder giving it an expensive meal. The device ate up the card
with no effort. Kali went ahead to feed it the remaining collectible cards,
the shredder devoured every morsel!

"Cannot forget this last detail." Kali said crushing the empty box with her
heels.

At this point, the boys were fearful of what their lunatic teacher would try
next. The couple who had lost their property flanked the other boy and asked
if he had had anything he valued, the boy responding with his cars. With
barely a second having elapsed between their short conversation, the pair
bolted for the front of the classroom, making a beeline for Kali. They wanted
blood.

Kali was fast to react, however, and kicked one of the boys hard in the chest,
halting his momentum and sending him flying into a table, leaving him dazed
and confused. The other boy mounted the table and pulled open the desk,
scattering its remaining contents everywhere. Kali marched over to the boy and
grabbed him by the hair before pinning him to the nearest wall. His much
shorter stature and weaker strength were no match for Kali's imposing physical
prowess, and he futilely struggled in Kali's bear grip.

Finally, she reeled one of her hands back before striking right across the
boy's cheek, slapping him with enough ferocity that the very noise of her
action caused the walls to reverberate. It was not enough, she felt. She wound
up for an even bigger hit from her left, and slapped the boy's other cheek,
this time closing his eyes in defeat, knowing his teacher was now openly
abusing him and he was at her total mercy. A fourth slap at once followed a
third, and spit was being knocked from the boy's teeth. Gripping the boy's
hair once more, she yelled a powerful war cry before throwing him to the
ground. It was here, out of the corner of her eye, she could make out a
kneeling figure rummaging through the mess on the floor, one that had wrapped
both fists around three of his toy cars. Before he could so much as stand, the
heel of one Louboutin drove its way into his back, pinning him to the floor.
He tried to pull up against her heel but was met with resistance from a second
heel which well and truly immobilized him. Now the heels were biting into the
flesh of his back, and he started to scream, but had a steelier resolve than
his classmates.

"Drop the cars this instant." Kali barked, as the boy writhed around in
excruciating pain. "No!"

"I broke your friends." Kali continued. "I will have no trouble breaking you.
Now drop the cars."

The boy resisted harder. "No!" It was then Kali noticed that one of the boys
had regained his composure and had picked up a chair, threatening to attack
Kali with it. They were too slow and lumbering to pose a threat, however, and
Kali merely sidestepped the attack, the chair landing at the base of the boy's
neck and further preventing him from standing up. Now she was pissed!

Still groggy from being thrown into the table, the boy who had lost his Switch
ducked and dived with all the grace of an elephant, and soon Kali had her
hands wrapped around the scruff of his shirt. He was going nowhere.

Furious, Kali mounted the boy on another table and pinned both of his arms
under her knees, so now that she was above him, almost erotically. She however
was not that kind. As the boy shook his head, knowing full-well what was
coming next, Kali landed the first of an intense flurry of punches to the
boy's head, one after the other. "Don't." "Ever." "Hit." "Your." "Teacher!"
Tears streamed down the boy's face as the first signs of bruises spread across
his cheeks. He was now well and truly shattered.

"Let me go." The boy sniffled. "Please."

Kali pulled herself off the table, with one last spiteful jab to the boy's
gut, before heading over to the boy who had only just risen to his feet, the
one whose cars were locked within his hands with every ounce of energy he had
left to give. This boy could barely walk, and Kali did not need to break her
pace to get in front of the boy and plant her stiletto heel straight into the
toecap of one of his sneakers. With no protection to give whatsoever, the
surface of the sneaker easily crumpled under Kali's deadly heel. The boy froze
in horror as the heel easily penetrated and pierced through the shoe entirely,
cutting through the weak upper fibers like a knife through butter.

Now the heel was putting pressure directly on to the boy's foot bone. His eyes
watered and his grip started to slip, though even he knew that it would only
be a matter of seconds before he would need to go to the hospital. "Let 'em go
for Christ sakes, she's a psychopath!" one of the boys yelled from afar,
begging the boy to forfeit his cars.

The boy need not have relented, however, as Kali reached behind and forced
both boy��s wrists down, causing the cars to strike the floor and chip
slightly, leaving small flecks of paint on the exposed hard floor underneath
them. The boy yelled out, frantically waving his hands, but the heel was still
lodged in his sneaker, stopping him from moving. Undeterred, Kali picked up
the cars from the floor, the other two defeated, crumpled bodies that sat on
the floor at the far end of the room shuddering in terror at what she might do
next.

The tension in the classroom was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Kali
kept her deadly heel dug into the helpless and immobile boy's
two-hundred-dollar sneaker. The look of excruciating pain on his face did
little to belie the false toughness he displayed. He was enduring great
physical and mental anguish for the three toy cars lying on the hard white
tile. This fascinated Kali "You have a choice, your toys", Kali applied more
pressure to the Louboutin's heel, or your foot!". The other boys watched in
breathless terror and anticipation as to what his answer would be.

Growing increasingly impatient, Kali really bared down on his foot, surprised
that she had not yet already penetrated the shoe. "Come on dude give her the
stupid cars, what are you trying to prove!?!" one of the boys desperately
shouted. The pain was unbearable as Kali could see on the boy's face which was
now completely in tears bravely grimacing but trying to remain strong against
this sadistic woman! The boy looked at powerful Kali and then the toys.

"ALRIGHT! You can have the fucking cars bitch!" he yelled completely in agony.
Kali instantly slapped the boy across the face with her left hand, violently
jerking his head right while keeping her heel dug in even harder now, furious
at his insolence!

"That is no way to talk to your teacher you little brat! Apologize or I will
dig my heel even harder and you will feel pain only experienced in your worst
nightmares!" Kali warned, nose to nose with the boy. The battle of wills ended
seconds after that, "I'm sorry ma'am." the now broken boy said to Kali. "Wise
choice little boy!" Kali said removing her heel from the sneaker which left a
depression in its toe. "Now go over to the others you insolent little twerp!"
Kali commanded, shoving the whimpering boy to his silent and suddenly obedient
companions.

Kali retrieved the toys from the floor inspecting them carefully, a 1968 Dark
Highland Green Ford Mustang just like the one used in the movie "Bullitt",
James Bond's 1964 Silver Birch Aston martin DB5, and finally the 1999 House of
Kolor Platinum Pearl Nissan Skyline used in the movie "2 Fast 2 Furious".
"Which one of these childish toys would you little maniacs like me to destroy
first?" Kali sadistically asked, wrapping her red dark red razor-sharp nails
on the Mustang's roof.

Silence.

Kali kept the Mustang in her hand, tossing the other two cars on her desk.
"You little turds will not leave THIS room until each of these precious cars
are ruined!" Kali announced, beating them down with a piercing glare. Kali
continued, "These must be really valuable for you to endure my wrath, little
boy!". Suddenly a weak, defeated, feeble voice spoke up.

"Please Ms. Alaura, my grandfather bought me those cars! My dad will kill me
if I do not get them back!"

That was all Kali needed to hear, a smile came on her face, "Ha! Ha! I do not
care, not at all!".

The boy pleaded "Please, I will be good, I won't ever act bad again!"

Kali considered the boy's desperate plea, her eyes focused hard on him, the
room was dead with not a peep from anyone. For a second, it looked as though
the boys had been granted mercy.

The silence was abruptly broken by the deafening sound of the die cast Mustang
striking the cold, unforgiving floor. The boy's sad terrified eyes followed
the toy's descent as it came to rest on its roof, the tiny wheels and belly
vulnerable and exposed for whatever fate awaited it, it was clear a piece or
two had broken from the model via the sheer force it had hit the floor with,
though this was still possibly fixable with superglue. "Please Kali, don't-" a
totally shattered voice called out, eyes reddened from streaming tears.

Kali's eyes never left the sad little boy's face, her left high heel rested on
the helpless toy. "Please! Please do not!" the boy now desperately yelled,
trying to save the doomed toy. Kali twisted her foot like she was putting out
a cigarette, applying pressure to the toy and leaving dark green streaks on
the floor as the paint was scraped clean off the body shell. The noise of the
grinding metal intoxicated Kali, motivating her to put even more pressure on
the toy. The plastic windows started to crack as the flimsy base plate bent
under the force of Kali's heel. Finally, she started to stomp the car hard,
blows propelled by her powerful leg and strong calf muscles! The boy had his
answer, head dropping, sullen and beaten. Kali did not stop until the toy car
was destroyed, plastic and die cast fragments littered the floor at her feet,
complemented with large dark green marks.

Kali laughed at her handiwork, enjoying the destruction, satisfaction coursed
through her body at the taking of something someone cared about, the brat's
old man that is!

She kicked off both shoes, her feet which just had a pedicure complete with
dark red toenail polish were planted firmly on the cold floor. Kali caught the
boys staring at her feet. Kali slightly chuckled to herself at this.

Kali jumped back on the desk being mindful not to kick the toys off. "Which
toy shall be next you little twerps?" Kali devilishly asked, quickly diverting
their attention back to her eyes!

The boys continued to remain dead silent, deeply afraid of speaking up for
fear of further repercussions.

"Eeny." Kali announced, resting her left foot on the Aston Martin.

"Meeny." Kali continued, positioning her right foot on the Nissan.

"Miny." Kali gently pushed her left foot forward, inching the DB5 towards the
edge of the desk before reeling it back.

"Moe." Kali repeated this with the Skyline, one of the wheels temporarily
sliding over the edge before she pulled the car back on to the desktop and
firmly planting it under her bare heel.

"Crush a toy car with my toe." Kali was having fun with this sick, twisted
take on a beloved nursery rhyme, teasing the boys over and over as to which
car was the next to feel her wrath.

Her face then suddenly changed, as she stiffened up her right foot before
powerfully kicking the Skyline off the desk, breaking its rear spoiler. She
had made her decision, her next victim lying squarely under her left foot.
Kali kneeled on the desk sneering at the helpless boys.

"You know what? I hate that stupid Nissan the most!" Kali laughed, before
rising to her bare feet, and jumping off the desk. She kicked the Skyline
again, this time harder into the wall, as if to goad the boys into rescuing
it, there were no takers. The model Aston was about to feel Kali's full wrath,
and there was no mini-James Bond around to protect it.

She picked the car up, eyes filled with contempt, before bringing it to her
red-lipsticked mouth and biting the front chrome bumper clean off, holding it
between her teeth before angrily chewing it and spitting it back out, leaving
shiny flecks of chewed-up plastic on the floor. "Ohhhh!" Kali remarked, having
taken the first step to destroying the boy's prized Aston. "Did I hurt your
car?" she mocked, as though what she had just done was purely accidental. She
followed this up by wrapping her manicured fingernails around each of the two
side mirrors and ripping them from their mounts, tossing them aside before
laying it on the table, giggling like an evil schoolgirl.

Still holding the car, with droplets of her saliva on its front fascia, she
kept eye contact with the boys as she rummaged through her storage drawer
before pulling out what she had kept hidden from Mr. Whack-It; a ball-peen
hammer! Teachers were not supposed to have these. Kali was not your everyday
teacher, however, and so felt her now-terminated role with the school as
impregnable, a sentiment which had been proven right at this latest display of
her destructive power.

She now knelt at the battle-scarred table, the deep imprints from her heels
still readily visible on its surface and smiled wickedly at the boys before
delivering the first of many blows to the model car with her hammer.

Wham! A shot straight across the hood left a black mark and caved it in ever
so slightly. Smash! Now the windshield was in pieces, plastic chips scattering
over the table. Bang! This was the deadliest hit yet, deforming the roof and
further cracking the windshield to mere fragments. Crack! Kali struck the back
end of the Aston, sending it flying a good few centimeter off the surface of
the table before clattering back down. Now the wheel was pushed into the
fender, damaging the rudimentary suspension, and bending it uselessly into the
bodywork. Now it would never drive again. She then turned the car on its side
before hitting the DB5 with a succession of smaller hits, each one caving the
door in ever so slightly more than the last. Pang. Pang. PANG. PANG!

The thin, brittle metal cracked at Kali's relentless assault and started to
split apart at the seams, though it would need more encouragement to begin
falling to pieces. Kali then used the other end of her hammer, jabbing the
claw into the fracture and beginning to pull on it, bulging the zamac out
slightly though not causing enough to rip the car apart. She laid it on the
table, using her foot as leverage. With the sole of her foot pushing down on
the car, the metal contracted around the claw and she started to rend into the
car's body shell. Craaaacckkk. The gash in the DB5's beautifully-sculpted side
profile had begun to widen. She pushed and pulled, gradually applying more
pressure with her gorgeously crimson-painted feet until eventually, the entire
side of the car was torn outwards, exposing the chassis, smaller pieces flying
everywhere. Kali cackled like a witch as the DB5 practically exploded in her
presence.

She picked up the mutilated Aston Martin, which now resembled a metallic
pancake, and threw it in the boys' general direction. "Here - play with this!"
She would finish it off for good in a bit, but she felt it better to tease the
little bastards with a glimmer of false hope first.

Kali knew that die cast cars were built of sterner stuff than the plastic crap
she was used to crushing. She knew her powerful feet alone would not be enough
to destroy it. But she feigned a lack of familiarity as she pushed her bare
foot into the car, causing it to emit cracking noises but otherwise not
causing any physical harm. The broken fragments of the rear spoiler snapped
off at this latest exertion, but the car held its own. Her brief spurts of
anger subsided into mock fury as she stamped and twisted the car harder and
harder with the soles of her feet to no effect. She even wound her other foot
directly on top of the other, figuring that twice the weight would cause twice
the destruction. Finally, the car started to relent as she felt the roof pop
from underneath both of her soles, and she started to laugh once more,
twisting her foot, and causing yet more damage to the top of the car.

Eventually, however, the damage stopped. The roof was buckled inwards and had
started to crack in one corner but would not damage much more without
intervention. A rim had popped out of its tire but looked otherwise
salvageable with a few hours of care and attention. "You know what? Keep this
stupid car!" Kali remarked, crashing her sharp red toenails into the side of
it and nudging it forward a couple of inches. She walked back towards her desk
before opening a lower drawer. Suddenly, the boy who the car belonged to leapt
forward and cradled it dejectedly in his hand, inspecting the damage that Kali
had done up close.

The boy did not even notice that Kali had begun zipping up her Jeffrey
Campbell boots, which she had kept concealed in said drawer until she felt the
need to use them. He also did not notice that his teacher had started to walk
back towards his general direction, both boys gasping at what she had decided
to do.

Only when the boy noticed a shadow hovering directly over his car and the
noise of his teacher grunting as she leapt into the air did he realize what
was about to happen.

Craaaaasssshhhh! Kali's boots landed full force on the Nissan Skyline, sending
pieces flying everywhere and quite possibly breaking the boy's hand in the
process, who now wailed loudly as his last car was pulped to nothing right in
front of his own eyes. She stomped the halves which the car had split into,
the sheer trauma causing the car to disintegrate into multiple pieces, all
while the boy looked on in sheer horror.

Stomp. The back half of the car folded in on itself, as paint chipped, the
bumper fell off, the rear window shattered and dropped yet more plastic pieces
spread themselves on the floor, and the wheels crunched into round shards.
Stomp. Now it was the front half's turn. The car put up a fight, the angular
headlights of the Skyline staring the boy out, as if in agony and questioning
why it had been subjected to such a violent fate. Not a problem, for Kali
stomped harder, as the fascia disappeared under the thick, hard soles of her
black leather Jeffrey Campbell boots. Now she twisted it out hard enough she
pirouetted on one leg, totally reducing the car to junk.

She stomped over in her boots, where the two boys had picked up the severely
deformed Aston with interest before abandoning it, assessing the damage as far
too grave to repair, and tossed it on top of the destroyed Skyline. Crunch!
Kali's boots made mincemeat of the already-wrecked Aston, the side now totally
flying away as the interior collapsed, breaking into pieces. Another few
well-placed stomps and the Aston too was no more.

"Hahahahahaha!" Kali laughed, looking at the utter mess and havoc her boots
had wreaked; what were once beautiful die cast models of three iconic model
cars were now nothing more than a collective of silver, green and black pieces
scattered across the classroom floor. Putting her well-worn Loubs into her
purse, she bid the boys adieu before unlocking the classroom and stepping
outside. Unsurprisingly, the three boys bolted once their sadistic teacher had
emerged out of sight and rushed to tell the principal the psychological and
physical torture, she had put each of them through.

"Sweet Jesus, what happened to you three?"

"Miss Alaura beat us up and destroyed our belongings!"

Like a dog to a juicy steak, Mr. Wakkit jumped out of his seat and fumbled for
the keys to his car; a 1977 Pontiac Trans-Am.

He kept fumbling, much to the boys' annoyance.

"Come on, she's getting away!"

Finally, Mr. Wakkit grew red in the face and yanked the drawer open, only to
discover that his keys were missing. Just then, the sound of a rip-roaring V8
echoed and reverberated throughout the room. A look of abject horror spread
across Mr. Wakkit's face.

"Don't you dare hurt my baby!" Mr. Wakkit tried to scream through the open
window, before Kali forced her boots into the car's accelerator pedal, burning
out the tires and peeling away, sticking her finger at the four stupid males,
and laughing maniacally to herself.

Now behind the wheel of her despised principal's car, she quickly accelerated
to well above the speed limit on the way to her destination, a local junkyard!
She made sure to veer the car into any curb she could find, sending periodic
jolts through the car which damaged the undercarriage and bumpers.
Nonetheless, the tough, well-oiled, modified engine prevailed and she
continued to speed along the freeway, doing speeds well more than 110 MPH. The
junkyard soon came up on her right and she peeled hard into it, knowing there
was no-one staffing the desks at this time of the week. She burst through the
pathetic safety barrier, snapping it clean off the hinge, and power slid her
way into the muddy pit which had cars stacked up neatly in rows. Finally, she
came to a rest right next to a side-loading car crusher and decided to bide
her time before going in for the kill.

Kali lit a cigarette, the first she had had in a long time due to quitting the
things a while back, and unwound, thinking of the day's events. She
deliberately dropped ashes directly into the passenger's seat, scarring and
scorching the once-immaculate red leather. She continued to take heavier and
heavier, withdrawing into ecstasy as she grew aroused at the fate of the car
that had belonged to her most hated individual. She pushed the still-burning
cigarette into the headrest of the passenger seat, singing a hole several
centimeters deep and burning the padding underneath. She took one final drag
before extinguishing it against the bottom of the seat, grinding it out with
her boot soles.

Kali then started to pound at the interior with her boots. She kicked the
radio, an original 8-Track player which was extremely hard to come by these
days. With little aggression needed, the player soon broke, sending shattered
plastic fragments all over the Trans-Am's interior. She kicked harder,
destroying the radio completely and breaking apart one of the air vents. She
kept kicking the dashboard, harder and harder, until it looked in an absolute
sorry state. She then took her boots off and refitted her Loubs, before
standing up on the seats, ripping and gouging deep into the vulnerable
leather. She started to play one of her favorite tracks from the soothing
caramel voice of Sharon Jones and her Dap-Kings on her smartphone, dancing all
over the back seat and ruining it permanently. Soon holes littered the row of
red leather seats, as she laughed with each impression made. She continued to
dance until the song finished, before stepping out of the car, scratching the
delicately maintained paintwork with her Loubs in the process. She kicked the
door for good measure but refrained from assaulting it further, fearing that
she would break the heels on her expensive designer shoes.

Thanks to having a passkey from CAT, which she had stolen off an earlier
fling, she was able to break into one of the forklifts and lower the Trans-Am
into the crusher. She then started the crusher up, the evilest of smiles
appearing on her face as she pulled the lever down and waited for the
inevitable. The first part to cave in was the front window frame, which bent
and buckled as the plate began its unstoppable journey downwards. The glass
bent before shattering into a million pieces. The car bounced slightly before
the main bodywork started to crush. The wheels bulged out as the suspension
was damaged beyond repair. Engine oil and other fluids seeped out of the
bottom of the car as the engine and all the other mechanical components were
made useless. The chassis bent as finally the fenders and bumpers succumbed to
their death sentence. Within a minute, there was nothing left of Mr. Wakkit's
prized car. Just a flat, metallic waste lying at the bottom of a car crusher.

The End?