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In Angiejoy's garage, two shrunken men lay trembling, their eyes fixated on the glimmering sports car that would be their tomb. The cruel mistress, known for her sadistic tendencies, had chosen them as the ultimate playthings for her upcoming journey. As she approached them, her heels dug into the soft earth, sending vibrations through the ground that reverberated in their tiny bodies.



She stooped down, her towering frame casting a shadow over them like a dark cloud. With a wicked grin, she reached for one of the men, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off the ground. His eyes widened in fear as she dangled him in front of her face like a puppet on a string. "Which one of you will it be?" she purred. "The brake or the gas?"



Without waiting for an answer, she made her choice, crushing his body between her thumb and forefinger before tossing him carelessly onto the passenger seat. The other man watched in horror as his friend was crushed, trembling in anticipation of his own fate.



As Angiejoy climbed into the car, the seats seemed to swallow her whole. She shifted gears, her hand engulfing the gearstick as if it were a toy. The men on the floor could feel her movements through the vibrations, their bodies jolting with each shift. She revved the engine, the sound echoing in their ears like thunder.



And then, she pressed down on the accelerator. The world sped up around them, the wind whipping through the car. The men felt themselves being pushed against the floor, their bodies contorting under the pressure. Angiejoy laughed, a demonic cackle that bounced off the walls of the garage.



She drove for hours, her long legs stretched out in front of her like a goddess. The men were mere afterthoughts, mere toys to be played with at her leisure. She pressed down on the brakes, and the men felt a sudden jolt as their bodies were crushed against the floor. She revved the engine, and they felt her foot pressing down on the gas pedal.



Hours later, the journey came to an end. Angiejoy climbed out of the car, her heels clicking on the pavement. She reached down for the men, grabbing them by their collars and pulling them up to face her. Their eyes were filled with tears, their bodies aching from the abuse they had endured.



"Well, boys," she said, her voice cold and cruel. "Which one of you will it be? The brake or the gas next time?"



With that, she dropped them unceremoniously to the ground, their tiny bodies bouncing off the pavement like discarded bugs. And as they lay there, broken and battered, they knew that they were nothing more than playthings for this sadistic goddess of the road.

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