Cinderella could not take it anymore. The night of the ball was wonderful, but she was ready to release her revenge on her stepfamily members. All they did was treat her like a piece of garbage. For over a decade they abused and humiliated her right after her father's passing and the chateau fell into deep disrepair. What's better than intensive chores done all by two swollen hands, taking care of a chaotic troublesome cat, having to sleep in the cinders (hence getting her name) and having her dress torn to shreds, just because they were made of material that Anastasia and Drizella threw away?
She could not endure a single moment from them more. Today was the day. Her three victims will be done, gone and forever gone for good.
"Cinderella!" screamed a voice, a breakfast bell ringing in the kitchen. It was Lady Tremaine. "Bring me my tea!"
Lady Tremaine would be the real challenge. She must be the first victim. If either Anastasia or Drizella were first, Lady Tremaine would have gotten Cinderella into even more trouble than Cinderella could imagine. Cinderella thought and thought about what to do, until her eyes lit up. Tea! That's it! she thought.
"Alright, I'm coming!" Cinderella called out to her cruel stepmother, beginning the usual drill. She first prepared a bowl of cream mushroom soup, as well as preparing cinnamon tea. She stopped and stared for a moment. Then finally she went to a corner of the kitchen. She took from behind the cupboard a bottle of rodenticide, the one that Lady Tremaine used in attempt to intoxicate the mice in their own mouseholes, and a tiny bottle of sleeping pills. So she instantly poured half of the rodenticide and half of the sleeping pills in the teapot. Then she poured the remaining halves in the cream mushroom soup. With a teaspoon, she stirred them all together.
"CINDERELLA!" yelled Lady Tremaine, ringing the breakfast bell again. "WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?"
"Coming stepmother!" Cinderella called. She was about to leave when she noticed the cat, Lucifer walk in.
"Oh, you must be hungry. Don't worry, I will give you some milk." Cinderella said innocently, whilst Lucifer just rolled around the floor.
Cinderella went to the porch to get a bottle of milk from the milkman, then poured it into the bowl. She then took out from her pocket a bottle of poison and poured the whole lot in before stirring it with the same spoon.
"Here." said Cinderella giving the cat the poisonous liquid. "This will make you big and strong."
The aloof cat instantly licked the bowl, but began to cough, sputter and yowl in pain. Cinderella watched with a grin on her face as Lucifer began to clench his throat, however the agony of the poison was so intense that it badly burned his throat, and within a short period of time, he lay dead.
"Great." said Cinderella. "Now there's less work for me. I don't have to worry about the birds and mice getting harmed."
Remembering her stepmother, she took the poisoned food tray and hurried upstairs, the breakfast bell continuously ringing. "Bad cat." she muttered under her breath with a smile on her face.
She rushed up the stairs, all the way up to the second floor until she reached the room on the very east.
She opened the door. "Good morning, stepmother."
"Hurry up and bring the tray to me!" Lady Tremaine snapped, "And go help my daughters dress. This is their only chance that they perhaps could fit the glass slipper. I'm hungry and tired from the time at the ball."
Cinderella offered her the tray. Lady Tremaine snatched it. She instantly drank the cream mushroom soup until she dropped the bowl, staining the sheets orange and coughing and sputtering vigorously.
Cinderella offered her the teapot. Lady Tremaine snatched it.
"Give it to me..." she said in a hoarse voice. "How dare you touch my teapot with your dirty fingers."
"I'm sorry, stepmother. Are you feeling alright?" Cinderella asked innocently.
"Do you think I look alright?" Lady Tremaine snapped in between coughs. She drank the tea, however as the poison was so strong, she felt the adrenaline moving away from her brain, the blood flow slowing down and she becoming unconscious as the teacup fell out of her hand, falling down the floor and shattering it into a thousand pieces. She was done forever and for good after the horrible abuse Cinderella was forced to endure.