Revenge on the seller
Lady Fran, the reigning queen of Frany Queen Wrestling, strolled into the luxurious bakery with her head held high. Her eyes scanned the delicate pastries and exquisite desserts, but her attention was drawn to the nervous young man behind the counter. She could feel his gaze burning a hole through her as she approached.
As Fran reached the display case, she casually picked up a canape, rolling it between her fingers like a seasoned connoisseur. The young man couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the goddess before him. But his admiration soon turned to disdain as he realized she didn't seem to notice him.
"Excuse me," he finally mustered up the courage to say, "can I help you with something?" His voice was cold and distant, barely masking his annoyance.
Fran looked up at him, her piercing blue eyes narrowing into slits. She could feel the power shift between them as she towered over him, her towering form dwarfing his diminutive stature. For a moment, she considered walking out of the store without saying a word, but revenge bubbled beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
Suddenly, Fran's face contorted into a twisted grin, and she lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He let out a high-pitched scream as she lifted him off the ground, his toes barely skimming the floor. "I don't think you understand," she growled, her voice deep and threatening. "I'm here for my revenge."
With that, Fran proceeded to carry the terrified young man over to the corner of the store, where she proceeded to berate him in front of everyone. She listed off each and every time he had disrespected her, from the way he had served her to the way he had looked at her. Tears streamed down his face as she towered over him, her every word cutting deeper than any knife could.
Finally, she dropped him to the ground, leaving him a trembling mess. She turned on her heel and walked out of the store, her long strides eating up the distance between her and the door. As she disappeared into the crowd, the young man was left alone, wondering what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate.
But for Fran, the satisfaction of revenge was short-lived. She knew that there would always be others who dared to cross her path, and she couldn't help but relish the thought of punishing them all. Because in the world of Frany Queen Wrestling, there was only one queen, and she ruled with an iron fist.