This powerful new scene features Goddess Dark Star, slipping effortlessly into the role of the ultimate pampered, spoilt, and breathtakingly cruel woman; the very embodiment of entitled modern beauty.
You are just a little boy, trembling with excitement over the precious new toy your father bought you – a beautiful toy train set, lovingly packaged, filled with promise and innocence. You watch, eyes wide and heart full of joy, as your stunning mother; dressed in delicate, alluring lingerie, impossibly beautiful, begins to lay out the tracks for you.
For a fleeting moment, your world feels perfect.
Then the dream begins to crumble.
She places the train and its little carriages carefully on the track and starts it circling. You barely notice the glint of contempt in her eyes, the cruel curve of her lips. With a slow, almost languid grace, she raises her foot; her sharp, deadly high heel and traps the train beneath it. You hear the first sickening creak as she smiles, full of sadistic pleasure.
She wanted a fur coat; she deserved a fur coat – but instead, your foolish father wasted money on you. A pathetic little present for a worthless little boy.
With cold, deliberate cruelty, she crushes down slowly, savoring the sound of the tiny metal and plastic groaning, then snapping under the power of her heel. Her beauty, so dazzling, so mesmerizing – only magnifies her sadism. How could such an angelic vision be capable of such heartless destruction?
Because she can.
Because you are nothing.
Her cruel, sneering smile deepens as she watches your face twist in horror and confusion. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you; not just to your toy, but to your spirit. She revels in the act. The destruction is slow at first, each crack and snap of the toy music to her ears. Then, with growing contempt, she becomes more violent; raising her heels higher, stomping down mercilessly on the fragile carriages, reducing them to shards and rubble beneath her merciless feet.
There is no comfort. No mercy. Only the crushing realisation that her beauty is matched only by her absolute, towering cruelty. You are insignificant. A worthless, pathetic boy who dared think anything in this house – even your joy – could matter more than her desires.
You are beneath her.
And she enjoys reminding you of it.
