The future is coming to wreck you, grind you down and reject you. No matter how much you do, no matter the standards you meet nor the accomplishments you accrue, nothing will stop it.

You will crack. You will be crushed. You will betray yourself, spread your legs, and face tomorrow cunt-first. You could crawl away at the last second, but your tortured little whore’s heart will always demand you stay and take what’s coming to you; that is, after all, the nature you’ve nurtured.

But don’t worry, my pretty little waste: I’ll be sitting here beside the track, waiting to play with the pieces of you that remain.

-TRIGGER WARNING-

She shudders every time someone mentions the video of her drunken rape.

Everyone she knows has seen it, and even her family can’t help but ask about it every now and then, making her heart break just a little more. Her dad’s lawyer sued a few websites to get it taken down, but you know how it is… once it’s out, it’s out. She just seems so lost and fragile. At this point, people are so afraid of upsetting her that they’ve stopped talking to her at all.

What she doesn’t show anyone is how she cries when she watches the video in her bedroom every night, as her fingertips claw at her body, torturing her sex in rhythm with the thrusts of the men on camera. She just feels so useless and empty. At this point, the shame is all she has.