I wanted to rewrite the ending of the fairy tale "Cinderella" by the Brothers Grimm. For your information, in Perrault's version (the one that inspired Disney), Cinderella is helped by her fairy godmother. I prefer Grimm's, where her mother's soul sends her a magic tree and birds. My story begins when the prince knocks on the door of the wicked stepmother. TW mutilation.

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The mother-in-law opened the door, a frozen smile on her face. The prince entered without asking for permission and asked:

"Good morning Milady. Do you happen to have a daughter in her late teens whose foot could fit into this slipper?"

The lady saw at first glance that her daughters' feet would never fit into this tiny slipper. She nodded and went to her daughters' room. She told them to stop doing their hair and explained:

"One of you must cut off her toes to fit into the shoe."

"Are you serious, mom?!!" said the girls.

"A queen doesn't need to walk. Now stop being so childish!"

The eldest daughter went very pale, cut off her toes and limped into the room. She tried on the shoe and it fit her perfectly but blood ran everywhere, revealing the deception.

"Ridiculous!" said the prince. If you have other girls, you'd better not to cut their feet!

"Too late!" the second moaned as she managed to enter, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

"I'm looking for a girl with whole feet! Do you have that?"

Cinderella came in. She was upset because her sisters had gotten blood everywhere and she would have to clean it up, again. The prince gave her the slipper and it fit her perfectly.

"That's so great!" he said. "I've been looking for you since this morning. My dream will finally come true!"

"What?! But we barely know each other! Why would we get married?"

"Married? This is ridiculous"! he said. "I want your shoes, they're so perfect! Tell me who made them, I want to sign a contract with that phenomenal artist!"

It was the last thing Cinderella expected. She sat down, stunned, and nodded toward the window.

"I have birds who live in my magic tree. They made my slippers and my dress."

"Then I'll buy them! They'll work for me 24 hours a day!"

"You cannot be serious" she said. "Have you heard of animal abuse?"

"I don't care. Anyway, I want you to become the star model of my shoe collection. All girls will want to have exactly the same ones!"

"Exactly?" she said. "Bad idea. Why not make them available in all sizes?"

"Because you have abnormally small feet!" said the prince. "When the girls will see that they can't fit their feet into your little shoes, they will all feel ugly and worthless! They'll all want to have their huge feet reduced and my cosmetic surgery clinics will make a fortune!"

"You want to use me to shame all the teenage girls?!!" said Cinderella.

"Of course!"

"And do you really think it will work?"

"Those two idiots have already mutilated themselves to get into your slippers!"

He pointed to the two sisters-in-law, who had just passed out in a pool of blood. Furious, Cinderella grabbed the shoe and punched the prince, killing him instantly, then punched him again several times.

Then she turned to her stepmother, who was trying to bind her daughters' feet.

"I'm won't file a complaint about the way you treated me like a slave for all these years," she said. "You won't report me to the police. I'm leaving forever. The doctor lives right next door, I'll tell him to come and treat your two bitches. They may never walk again but they deserve it."

Then she left. The birds were already burying the prince in the garden. Cinderella felt the rage inside her mingling with the joy of finally being free. No one would ever use her again.