With your last hope of survival walking away, you feel yourself give up. You look up from the large hand of the secretary that you're within, and you only see her pleased, yet evil expression. Miranda leaves the room, closing the door behind her, and you close your eyes.
Ms. Ducasse sits down in the principal's chair, saying to Valerie, "She'll soon be finding the same fate as the principal. Go ahead and take care of the kid, I'm going to get used to my new desk."
Valerie nods and then reaches over to you with her other hand. You feel yourself plucked up between her index finger and thumb, then raised high, high above. You expect to feel yourself dropped into a wet cavern before being grinded to death, but it never comes. Instead, the two fingers compress you between them like a caught fly, slowly smashing you until your body explodes. Your life disappears in an instant, but the secretary rubs you even more until any evidence that you'd ever even lived was mashed into little pieces between her fingers.
"Well done, Valerie," Ms. Ducasse tells her as the pieces of your body fall to the floor. "It's too bad we couldn't have just had that idiot woman take care of him, but at least now we've gotten our original plans taken care of completely. Let's begin our cover-ups of their deaths. Do you remember the story? We'll blame it all on the factory."
The secretary smiles and then leaves the room, twisting her heels as she turns to walk away. Underneath her shoes, your body disappears inside the carpet.
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