The small kitten had seen the parcel of food someone had thrown out and had decided to take the risk of running to it across the war torn street.
As it dashed the remaining distance to the morsel, a heavy boot slammed down on its back, crunching it into the dirt. Its high pitched squeal of pain filled the air.
Fatimah stood over the creature, grinning from ear to ear as she ground her heel into the squirrel's back, increasing its torment without killing it just yet. The creature struggled under the sadistic woman's boot, struggling to get away, not knowing that it could never survive even if Fatimah let it go. Then she casually stamped her foot down onto it again, laughing at the way it squealed. It let out a small squeak and she stamped on it again, harder, bringing her heel down on its repulsive little head, crushing it completely. Fatimah groaned at the orgasmic sound of her victim's skull crunching beneath her boot.
"There, that will teach it for coming here" she said with a cruel grin.
With one final stomp, Fatimah caused the poor creature's blood and guts to erupt out of its body.