So I guess I should TRIGGER WARNING this puppy because this puppy is not a nice puppy. More like a rabid puppy filled with evil. A mean puppy.
Remember when we were friends? Those were good times, right? Did you not enjoy talking to me? It always seemed like you did. What about those smiles, and the laughter? Was that all fake? Don’t think I haven’t noticed your silence toward me. Is it because I am not after you anymore? Forgive me for not wanting to be your back-up plan any longer. You were given every opportunity, and you blew them all.
I get it. He becomes a problem, so it is nice to talk to someone who treats you with respect. Too bad that he still has his hooks in you. What, did you think I don’t know? Who the fuck do you think you are dealing with? Answer me, when I’m talking to you.
Do you see how respectful I can treat you? Don’t cry. Don’t cry! I didn’t hear you crying when I came to you and you weren’t there. I didn’t hear you crying when you went back after he broke your leg. Those were my tears! But I didn’t sound like a sniveling fucking bitch like you.
Don’t look so fucking shocked. That’s what you are. No wonder he beat the shit out of you. Who can blame him? Shut your whore mouth before I shut it for you. I thought he was the monster, but it is obviously you. You are a cold and manipulative person, who likely drove him to break.
No, you can’t have your clothes. The naked pictures you sent me clearly show you are comfortable displaying your body for me. Why pretend to be modest now? Why pretend to be innocent? What would he think? His precious little wife, the apple of his eye, rotten to the core. Just a cock tease for anyone who shows her the slightest bit of attention when he isn’t. I almost feel sorry for him.
Especially now that he is bleeding to death in the trunk of my car.
Are you really sure you want to be untied? That’s what he asked for too.
That’s better. Just lie back. You need to this. We were friends once. You pretended to want more, now you are going to get more. You still do want it. I can tell.
Yes, let me just- What the? How did you get that around my neck? I can’t breathe. The rope! I…can’t…But we were friends…
And this children, is why you never trust the nice ones. Any questions?