"Where you going like that? You think I'm through with you? Fucking rich bitch! Look at me. Look at me when I talk to you! Look at me, cunt! Fucking sow, look at me! Little fucking whore! Filthy whore! Piece of shit! Dead meat! The world's your due, right? Cuz you're beautiful?"
Imagine subjecting the most stuck up entitled bitch dressed like a slut, the kind who would roll her eyes at you, look at you with disgust, to this. Don't they know we're the stronger species and could do this to them if we really decided to. Keep pushing us. You don't know how lucky you are we aren't the monsters you make us feel like.
It's like the thrill of being near the executioner's switch knowing that at any moment you could throw it, but knowing you never will. But you could. Never isn't the right word because I could, and I might. And I probably will.