It’s around 9PM and Katleen is reading a book on her couch when she hears something in the kitchen. She lends an ear to it and it starts again.
She knows that she should have called the police but she doesn’t do it and she goes to have a look. Nobody !
She is about to go back to the couch when she hears a well-known voice
“- Hi Katleen, I have taken the liberty to use my key”
Dylan !
“- I thought you had lost it !”, Katleen answers, smiling.

Dylan is a previous boyfriend of Katleen and she is always happy to see him.
“- Are you tired ?”, he asks in a smile
“- No, why ?”
And he shows her a big magnum of champaign.
“- Shall we have fun together ?”
“- I bring the glasses,”, she answers in a very large smile.

And they spend the evening together, making love on the couch, drinking champaign. Around midnight, the bottle of champaign is empty… but Katleen says to Dylan that she has one in the fridge.
Staggering, Dylan brings it back to the sitting room.

Katleen is extremely happy and also a little bit drunk.
“- May I fasten you to the coffee table”, Dylan asks.
“- Is it something new ?”
“- Maybe !”
“- Why not, then !”
And Dylan handcuffs Katleen to the heavy coffee table.

And they go on playing together until Dylan wriggles Katleen’s right toes. Katleen, ticklish, wants to bring her foot back to her but Dylan holds her toes so firmly that she suddenly hears a strange pop and she feels a sharp pain in her foot.
“- Oww oww, Dylan, my foot !”
“- What your foot ?!” he says and he holds it in his hands.
“- Dylan, my toe, look, my toe. My toe is broken”
“- Which one”, he says with a drawl.
“- Look, the little one. It is dislocated. Dylan, it hurts !”

And Dylan, not realizing what he is doing, takes hold of her toe and gently pinches it, making Katleen cry in pain.
“- Dylan, remove the handcuffs ! It hurts.”
But Dylan doesn’t react. He attentively looks at her little toe, bent at 90 degrees from the other toes.
He pinches again, harder, making Katleen cry in pain.
“- Do you know I wanted to be a doctor, a few years ago”, Dylan says
“- No… no… but please, Dylan, remove the handcuffs !”
But Dylan doesn’t react and he grabs Katleen’s foot in one hand and with the other hand, he takes hold of her broken toe and tries to put it back into place.

A sharp pain explodes in Katleen’s leg and she tries to bring back her foot against her. But Dylan holds it firmly and she doesn’t succeed. And the little toe is still in the same position.
“- Dylan, remove the handcuffs, please”, she shouts loudly
“- Nooooo !!!! I have a better idea.”
“- Dylan you are completely drunk ! Remove the handcuffs !”
“- NOOOOO !”, Dylan shouts with aggressive eyes. “Look !” And saying so, he takes her left foot, grabs her left little toe and twists it so strongly that it snaps. “Look, now your little toes are the same.”

Katleen is screaming in pain. But she is more afraid when she sees that Dylan is taking hold of her left big toe.
“- Dylan, Dylan… what are you doing ?”, she asks in a terrorized voice.
“- I wonder if the big one will snap easily”
“- Nooooooooooo, Dylan, stoooooop”
But Dylan, with all his strength, suddenly twists forward her left big toe, which breaks in a sickening crack.
With a strange smile, Dylan takes hold of it and starts to move it slowly, up and down.

Katleen is screaming in pain. She wonders if she is in a nightmare. This cannot be reality !
“- Do you think I could break the 3 other ones in one shot ?”
“- Dylan, Dylan, please, don’t try this !”
But Dylan stands up, he lifts Katleen’s left leg from the ground, leans her heel on his knee, firmly holds her ankle and put his hand under the 3 toes of the middle of her left foot.

With horrified wide-open eyes, Katleen sees him press his hand on her toes, which all suddenly snap. Then, Dylan lets it go of on the ground.
Katleen is feeling sick, looking at her toes pointing to the left, to the right or to her direction but all absolutely not straight. She even wonders if she will not faint.
She slowly brings her foot back near her, while Dylan drinks champaign from the bottle.

Katleen moans loudly, looking at her left toes. They are crooked, extremely painful, all her foot throbbing like hell.
In a plaintive voice, she tries to convince Dylan to remove the handcuffs.
“- And what will you do ?”
“- I will go to the hospital. Please Dylan, remove the handcuffs, I will not tell anybody what you have done to my toes”

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