"Well Miss.", Dr. Hart sat down in an arm chair, "Please sit down and tell me - your name and why
you are here." He pointed to a chair a good two meters away from his and Clara sat down.
"My name is Clara Stone", she began, "I'm 20 years old and I live not far from here." "Nice to meet
you Clara.", he said smiling warmly, "Now please tell me about that troubled look and your
beautiful face."
"Yes Doctor.", Clara continued uneasily, "It's...well...I, uh...It's actually a friend of mine, who-"
Doctor Hart laughed out loud: "Clara, I'm in this job for over twenty years now. You think you can
fool me? Come on, tell me what troubles you. Nobody will ever know, I'm bound by oath to not tell
anybody."
Clara sighed and stared at her hands in her lap. "I've allways been a nice person.", she said, "But
two days ago I found out that mouse people - you know those mice that actually look like people?"
The Doctor nodded. "Yeah, those.", Clara continued, "I've found out they live in my house and then
I caught some of them and..." She didn't want to continue. Clearly the doctor would think she was
deranged or even insane. Who kills and tortures for attainment of pleasure?
Doctor Hart was scratching a few beard stubbles on his chin. "Then what?", He asked. "I killed
them.", Clara said reluctantly, "I caught some and I just cruelly tortured them to death, I -" "How?",
Doctor Hart interrupted her. "I trod on them.", Clara admitted lowering her head.
The doctor reached for a pillow and put it in his lap. "Well", he said raising an eyebrow, "that seems
like a fair eough death for a mouse to me?" Clara shook her head. "No.", she said, "I did it slowly.
And I talked to them before I did it. I told them how I would crush them and stuff like that."
With a deep sigh Clara continued. "And I enjoyed it.", she looked the doctor square in the eye, "And
not only does it give me pleasure, it arouses me!" Boom. The bomb was dropped. Clara thought she
had seen the doctor gasp for a moment but he managed well to maintain his cool.
"And that confuses you I am sure.", doctor Hart said in an understanding tone. "How about now?",
he asked, "You feel like treading on some poor mouse people right now?"
"No!", Clara snubbed. Or did she? She couldn't tell. It would be nice to blow some steam after this
but then again, the way in which she had let herself butcher the little creatures had led her here. "I
suppose you're allright then, morally speaking.", he smiled at her playfully. "But if I go home and I
do it again...I just want to understand why I enjoyed such disgusting things, please.", Clara was
almost pleading.
"Clara", he began talking to her slowly looking into her eyes, "we humans are very strange in many
respects. And when it comes to sexuality some are a little stranger then others. But if there is one
thing that decades of research have proven it's this: you can't change it." He smiled fatherly before
he continued: "And as long as the subject of your desires does not mean inflicting unconsenting
harm onto others, it is allright."
"But it does!", Clara said bewildered, "I crushed them, they're dead!" "Clara.", the doctor was still
smiling, "I get a lot of these cases you know. The difference is in the subject of abuse. I get burned
out husbands who beat their spouses to a bloody pulp and they don't know why. Frustrated parents
who torture their children out of boredom. Confused rapists who tell me how they enjoy the
helplessness of their victims and far far worse."
Clara's head was spinning. He was trivializing the monstrocities she'd done but his words made
sense.
"If indeed the victims of your desires are not taller than ten centimeters I think you are on the safe
side.", Doctor Hart concluded with a laugh. Clara wasn't convinced and she let her face show it. "It's
not normal is it?", She asked. "Well, what the fuck is normal?", Doctor Hart threw his large arms in
the air to underline the statement. He smiled and Clara simpered back.
"You know, it is indeed very ironic that you talk about these mouse people.", the doctor mused and
reached for something behind his chair, "because whenever I get one of those really severe cases I
told you about I advice my patients to canalize their anger or frustration or what ever it is that
makes them do what they do - into this." And he pulled a glass jar from behind his chair.
Three tiny naked people where in it. 2 females and a male. Clara was flustered. Relieved a bit, yes,
but also very confused.
The doctor's laughter broke the silence: "Don't look so bewildered now, Clara. You know what?
Since the week end is ahead and I plan to go on vacation next week you might aswell take them
with you. I give them to you as a present." Clara only looked at the tiny people in the jar. She
decided that she had to take them with her regardless of what she was going to do with them.
If she didn't they'd end up being crushed to death by some real nut case who tried to get his mind off
burning his mother alive or something. Or they'd starve here. Maybe saving these poor souls would
convince Lea of her sound mind too. Also, she considered calling the police on this doctor. It was
forbidden by law to torture animals for pleasure and it was certainly not an approved therapy
method either. Something was very off here.
"Thank you, I'll take them.", Clara said quickly but the doctor withdrew the jar from her reach.
"Well, you must crush one of them right here.", he said with a smile. Noticing the apalled look on
her face he explained: "To be honest, this approach is not entirely legal and approved yet. You must
show me you mean what you say by becomming an accomplice."
"And what if I call the police right now?", Clara challenged him. "Well in that case", the doctor put
the jar under his chair, "we have never met. I have not officially recieved you, remember? And if
you can prove that I counseled you then well...I think you are crazy after all! Isn't that what you said
yourself when you came here?"
Clara's mood darkened. "Allright, I'll do it.", she spat. The doctor brought the glass jar back up and
opened it for her. She could see his eyes glowing with anticipation.
The little things scurried away from her hand as she reached in. Involuntarily Clara let her hand
circle over the crowd. She didn't know whom to pick.
All three looked like eighteen year old teenagers. The boy had short blond hair and looked cute. The
one girl had curly red, the other blond straight hair. They where all slim and healthy and one of
them would have to die beneath Clara to save the others.
Clara considered her options. If one of them had to die she decided to make it be her least favorite
one. She would spare the red head. The beautiful terrified face under the mane of fire red hair had
gained her favor. Good for her, Clara thought. She was almost going to get the boy but something
made her hesitate. She had allready killed three men next to only one girl. To be fair she decided to
spare this one and take the blond girl instead.
The girl kicked and screamed in her grasp. She was so tiny and helpless. Clara felt a familiar feeling
build up inside herself. Little arms tried invain to push away her thumb as she rubbed her little
victim's belly and breats. Her skin was so soft and smooth.
"Sorry.", Clara whispered to the little girl. She looked up at the doctor who nodded, his eyes
following her actions avidly. Clara hated herself for putting on a show for him.
Clara put the little thing down by her feet and pinned it with her thumb. She wore her casual flat
open sandals and no socks. The flooring was precious parquet, unforgiving material. It would be a
mess.
Clara released the girl and quickly raised her foot. She was going to stomp her and be done with it
but she changed her mind. 'If it has to be I might aswell enjoy it', she thought. When the tiny blonde
made attempts to get up Clara pinned her under her shoe. The feeling was different from doing it
bare foot. She could feel the girl moving under her sole, she could also feel the resistance but it was
much harder to get the right amount of pressure to just pin the girl and not crush her yet.
Through the sandal the little girl's struggles felt like looking through milk glass. Clara enjoyed the
sensation nonetheless.
Doctor Hart still observed enthusiastically. When Clara was just about to step down the blonde girl
squeled. Clara hesitated. The agonizing squeals echoed in the quiet room. When Clara just couldn't
stand it any longer she let her weight settle. A little 'pop' before a squelch followed by the horrible
noise of bones being ground into powder. The two remaining creatures in the jar shrieked
simultaneously. They had watched the entire scene.
The thing under Clara's shoe had pulped much like Iri had. A deformed body of a gooey state much
like a spat out chewing gum.
"Don't you feel much better now?", the doctor mused. Clara angrily snatched the jar from his hands
and took the two mouse teenagers. Without another word she stormed out of the consultation room
leaving the creepy doctor behind.