Hard Crush — Fetish Beatrice Rabbit

It started with a cherry stone.

The geode split clean in two. Inside lay a nest of lavender crystals, perfect and unbroken. But Beatrice didn’t see their beauty. She saw that they had resisted. So she struck again. And again. Powder flew. Tiny shards stung her cheeks. She kept swinging until nothing was left but dust and a single unbroken crystal, no bigger than a grain of rice. Hard Crush Fetish Beatrice Rabbit

She brought the hammer down.