Sometimes, she liked to imagine doing awful things to her stepmother and stepsisters. She liked to imagine her humiliating them, making them cater to her every whim, her every desire. She imagined standing over them in a fine gown of silk and velvet, watching as they scrubbed the dirty floor in hardly anything more than rags.
Sometimes, she even liked to imagine hurting them. Perhaps she would do something as simple as to accidentally step on their fingers as they cleaned the stairs, or maybe something so bold as to strike them with the back of her hand.
When she was in her darkest of moods, she imagined taking the switch that had scarred her back when she was a child and swinging it down upon them until they were nothing but a sobbing, bloody mess, their meager dresses in shreds around their frail bodies.
She would always shake those thoughts from her head, though, lest they see her dreamy smile and ask her why she was so happy.
A/N Well, I'm back. Sort of. University is kicking my ass, so until I have time to actually sit down and write something substantial, I'll be writing lots of drabbles, haha. Please drop me a review if you so please! And thanks for reading!