Her name was Cat, and she looked like the sweetest little thing. Eyes that shot beams of unicorns and rainbows at any boy she shined them on. Soft and delicate features. She had soft, sweet lips that made an art out of any word she produced with them, so just watching her talk could be almost a religious experience – the kind that made you want to get on your knees.
Yet all I wanted to do was see her cry.
See nice and sweet as Cat was on the outside, she was a dirty cunt to me, and she needed to fucking learn that that shit just would not stand… not with *me* anyhow.
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I, or well, a buddy, caught the bitch trashing me, and trashing pretty well everyone, at a party. She was drunk, or high, who the fuck knows really but it wasn’t what a sweet and innocent girl like her should be doing in the first place.
So dude does me a favour and caught her on camera, full smart phone hidden in the corner kinda deal, though I half think the fucker just sat in plane view and taped her and she was just so far gone she didn’t even see him. Stupid bitch!