It didn't take her long to decide. She walked into a nearby city. A seemingly innocent act but at her size and the fact she didn't give a s**t about the microbes that inhabited the world, every step of her boots was a disaster. The delicious crunch of suburban houses disappearing underfoot was a delight to her ears as she brushed her hair back with an expensively jewelled hand and looked down smilingly on the panicking hordes below. Her father and his associates were horrified at the unnecessary slaughter.
Vera turned round and smiling sweetly said to her father, in her lazy sexy drawl, "do you like what you see? These boots are f**cking awesome! Thank you daddy!". She paused to swat an airliner that had got too close.
Her father had to force a warm smile. It was good to see his daughter happy, but at what cost, he wanted to prevent the spoilt brat rampages when she didn't get her way, but here she was doing it anyway.
Having cut a swathe of destruction through the unfortunate city Vera sat on a nearby hillside, the high heels scything trees down as her booted legs swept down the hillside before her. She was happy, as she sat there, chewing gum making huge bubbles. She was happy and her father and associates breathed a great sigh of relief even as she idly started throwing pebbles (to her) down the slope smashing nearby structures killing the occupants.
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