Caroline walked out of her apartment one day and stepped out into the streets of Manhattan. Caroline was a gorgeous young woman, light brown skin, dyed red hair, white T shirt, black sweat pants and red platform pump. She was just on a quick stroll when she noticed a large amount of people outside her apartment building holding
"Tiny Lives Matter"
"People will just protest for any cause these days." She thought to herself.
A devilish smile creeped up her face as she had an idea.
"This gives me an idea." She thought to herself
She rushed upstairs to her apartment, she went under her bed and grabbed a box. Upon moving the cover it revealed she had dozens of Tiny man foot slaves inside.
"Goddess, you've returned." One man said while trembling.
Caroline didn't even respond, she grabbed the closest one and set the bix down and rushed out of the door.
As she fled the apartment she walked over the remains of one of her slaves who she crushed earlier that day.
"What? I told them to clean that loser up. Someone's getting punished for that." She said to herself.
She rushed out the door and down the stairs again.
Once outside she walked up to the protest group.
"Hello miss. Are you here to join the protest?" One man asked
"Not exactly." She answered
She opened the palm of their hand to reveal an actual tiny man.
"Wait, Where'd you get that guy? Wait what are you going to do?" The protester asked
Caroline dropped him to the ground and then hovered her large platform over him.
"No!" The protesters shouted in unison.
All the heard was a loud crunch as she stepped on him. The protesters looked in shock, some on the verge of tears as Caroline smiled as she slowly twisted her foot back and forth on the pavement. Once she lifted her foot nothing remained. She then spit on the exact spot and stomped on it three times.
"Hahaha. Tiny Lives Don't matter. They splatter. Under my foot." She laughed as she raised her foot so they could see the remains on the man in her soles. She then walked away carrying on with her day.