Danse stared at it. Everything else but it was an illusory and vague existence in his eyes, black and white chaos.

The thin heel of the shoe stabbed abruptly into the soft throat on the opposite side like a sharp sword. The moment he pierced, the pressure from the soles of his shoes, and the blood droplets that gushed out little by little, Dans felt his body beat violently with his heart, and a wonderful sense of excitement filled his body.

After the excitement passed, Danse slowly came to his senses. Eck was looking up at the ceiling with his head tilted at ninety degrees, his pale skin twisted, his eyes wide open with a look of disbelief in shock and consternation. The stout, bruised neck was pinned to the sole of Dans's right foot, and the tip of the shoe easily pierced the back of his neck. The black hole under the sole of the shoe was still bubbling with blood. The graceful vibration from the soles of his feet stirred Dans's heart.

There was a circle of viscous and moist blood around Ek's neck, and the blood spread out around his body was scarlet to the ground, as bright and solidified as the flowers that bloomed near the Gates of Hell.

It wasn't until he couldn't feel the wonderful sensation anymore that Danse slowly retracted his legs, and there was a clicking sound in Ek's throat. The heel seemed to be stuck in the mud, and Dans was anxious to get rid of the big trouble. So Ek's body swayed back and forth like a marionette with each movement of Danse. But as soon as he pulled it out, Ike, who had lost his support, fell backwards in an instant. The solidified head slammed against the hard tiles with a dull cracking sound.

Dans didn't want to stay any longer. I saw him stand up, jump off the table, and the moment he landed, the height difference between the front and back of the high heels brought discomfort and a sharp pain from the front end, so that Dans's body couldn't help but tilt to the side, and instantly fell on Ek's chest. The tip of his nose ached when he was hit by a hard object, and Danse propped himself up with his hands, feeling the hard touch in his hands in surprise.

Ek's body was as hard as cement.

Standing in front of the wall mirror, Danse turned on the faucet, picked up the water and rushed towards his face. Droplets of blood on his face snaked down the trail of water, and the blood-stained white shirt of the red cherry blossoms made Danse even more glamorous.

Danse loved it, but the stickiness on his feet was too much for him to bear.

On closer inspection, these are a pair of sophisticated women's sandals, especially those flattering heels. Instantly, Danse remembered the ecstasy that had come from the soles of his feet a moment before, and he couldn't let go of it even more. Looking down, the stench of blood had penetrated Danse's nostrils in time, and he tilted his head to one side in disgust.

Dans stooped down to unbuckle the buckle at his ankle, his fingers lifted the slender heel strap, and when he was about to throw it into the trash can, the moonlit heel glowed like a diamond, red like the blood on the side of a vampire's mouth. Dans couldn't help but be mesmerized.

Memories of it suddenly flashed through my mind, clear and sane. Blood all over the ground, Ek's broken neck. Instantly, Danse was thrilled and got goosebumps all over his body.

Dans had beautiful pale blue eyes, which he was staring at at at the moment, and after a moment of thought, he silently withdrew his hand.

Finally, the black stiletto heels were scrubbed clean all around and the slender buckles, and the heel, which was wrapped in viscous plasma, became even more glamorous in both the sconces and the moonlight.

In a trance, I saw my own Dan in the wall mirror, holding a pair of high-heeled black sandals in his hand, and the heels were surprisingly pointed. As early as the beginning of his ignorance, Danse dreamed of wearing a pair of high heels, but he was a boy, and the God in his heart was saying: it can only be a dream.

Danse in the mirror muttered, "Am I wearing it?"

After asking three times, Danse's mind crossed the line that he really felt like he was wearing these high heels. The excitement and excitement of achieving his dream made Danse shudder, and with it the belated fear of a sharp heel being stuck in Ek's throat.

Dans stared in horror at the dull red on his heel, and dark memories flooded back. He was scared to shake off the thin straps on his fingers, but for some reason, no matter how hard Ren Dans tried, the high heels were still swaying high and low, and the laces kept wrapping around his slender snow-white fingers.

To this, Dans thought, it must be the blood that is at work, and only water can wash it away.

It was finally washed clean, and the laces finally escaped from under Dans's fingers. But Dance was reluctant to throw away the shoes he had always dreamed of, but if he didn't, Ike's stiff body and the gurgling sound coming from his punctured throat would make Danse put it on again and stomp the beautiful heel into Ek's throat. And what worries Dans the most at this moment is that the police will find him at any time, and in any case, Dans feels that he can't keep him by his side.

But if you want to throw it away, where will you throw it away?

Dans thought about it and thought that nothing was right, and there was only one place that was the most suitable altar.

Danse, barefoot, cautiously walked into the room, stepping lightly over Ek's corpse, skirting the clots of blood that no longer flowed, like an angel.

It's not to blame for Ek's quirk of foot fetish, but it's to blame for Dance's feet being too flawless. It is white and soft, and the flesh and bone are perfectly blended. When Ike put the demonic swords on Dans's ankles, he was seduced by the fire of hell and could no longer calm his impulses and desires.

The black fine-leathered heeled sandals were placed high on the counter where Dans had sat a moment before, and they were just as conspicuous as they were on the counter.

After everything was done, the satisfied Danse stood on his tiptoe again and danced on the bloody ground sprinkled with moonlight.

Eck is two grades above Dans, and he loves Dans. No one would be surprised, because Danse didn't look like a normal boy, and he had a charming scent on his body that seduced Ek.

Dans never cared about this, he was not interested in anything. Hot games, sexy women, or thousands of confessional love letters, in his opinion, are like the breeze blowing in front of him, which makes people unable to be enthusiastic at all.

Many of the fanatical confessions are just scripts, without a hint of novelty, and they are boring. The same is true for Ek's affectionate confession.

Incredibly, when Eck stood in front of Dans in a pair of women's high heels and asked for a relationship, Danse didn't walk away.

Then, all over the school, you could hear 'Dans and Ek, they're dating,' and so on. Danse wasn't impressed by Ek's look or perseverance, but by a pair of high heels.

When Eck finally couldn't resist his inner restlessness and invited Dans to the building that was about to be demolished, and mysteriously said that he would give Dans a gift, the demon's eyes gradually opened their blood-colored pupils.

This pair of high heels Eke chose for a long time to find.

The shiny and slender laces, everything was like a trap, and it tied up Eke deeply. Eck had been looking for such a pair of shoes, and in his opinion, it was the only one worthy of Danse.

For Dans, a man as holy and clean as he is, associating with anyone is tantamount to spitting on himself. The association with Eck is simply a prank of God. Without the heels, Ek's presence would only make Danse resentful, and disgusted by Ek's proximity.

In the abandoned building, when the tall and strong Eke picked up Dans and placed him on a cabinet more than a meter high, Danse gave him a real slap in the face. Eke didn't care, and continued to smile as he picked up the beautiful shoebox and unfolded it in front of Danse.

Until he was put on these glamorous black heels, Danse was in a dream. By the time he sobered up, the heel of his right foot had been dug deep into Ek's throat.

He's an angel.

That's what the little girl who manages the shoe cabinet told the police.

The policeman asked: What did you see?

She remembered in a trance: "The sun had just risen over there, and I was looking out when I saw a boy walking across the sidewalk. He wore only a red and white white shirt and was naked······ No, I think I wore underwear, but I didn't wear shoes. His limbs are slender and slender, his black hair glistens in the sun, and his face is beautiful with pale blue eyes, which is charming······ He seemed to have wounds on his body, all over his neck and thighs, little by little red, like the one on his shirt······

Just as the policeman was about to interrupt her, the little girl suddenly stared at the policemen with a pair of bright eyes, and said: "I still remember his feet, I have never seen such a beautiful pair of feet, it is really incredibly charming······

There was a tingling sensation in the soles of my feet, and the tearing pain that had been forgotten for a while returned. Dans's legs were red on the inside, and the tearing sensation in his lower body visibly made him uncomfortable, and he walked crookedly. Danse's trousers were torn by Eke and thrown on the floor, and then stained with blood, and it was impossible for Danse to wear them, let alone Ek's. Luckily, Dans's panties were still hanging from his ankles, and although he was slightly splattered with blood, he was still able to wear them. At a shoe store across the sidewalk, a glass case displayed a few pairs of the latest women's sandals, and Danse was immediately intrigued.

The policeman asked impatiently and loudly: "We are asking who he is, where has he gone, and it is useless to say anything."

The girl shrunk her neck, withdrew her gaze, and said in a daze: he bought the latest pair of golden sandals and left. I don't know who he is or where he's gone.

The police no longer expected anything from her and soon left.

In the next few days, the Criminal Division quickly arrested the murderer.

The sweat left on the countertop, the torn trousers of the students, the blood that flowed from the private parts during the rape, the shoes that were forgotten in the corners······ and so on, all of which are predicting the murderer. The black high heels that were used as the murder weapon, and the fingerprints on the buckle easily ended everything.

When Danse was a little boy, his mischievous mother laughed and put her high heels on Danse's feet, jokingly saying, "Little Danse, your feet are so cute, you must look better than other girls in high heels!"