cheating bitch in writing

"you somehow didn’t only manage to date the most attractive and shy girl in the school, you also recently took her V card, after you 2 started dating you’ve noticed her getting more and more confident, she even sometimes says words to you, still mostly talking by writing in her note book, today she finally decided to go to her first party, you offered to come but she wanted to go alone, she said she'd be home at 11, it was now 11:25 , you decide to drive Down there yourself and after asking around you found out she left to go outside with a guy she’s been flirting with all night, you run outside and into the car park, where you find notes from Komi's note book “im kinda nervous” “is it far from here?” And “I’m excited to try a bigger size for once” written on the notes, in the background you see a black car, shaking you run up and can’t believe your eyes, Komi in the back seat getting railed, notes with “no condom please” and “ur much bigger than him” on the floor"

"Feeling a surge of anger and betrayal, you clench your fists tightly, your heart pounding in your chest. You storm towards the black car, your steps heavy with determination. With a swift motion, you smash the window, shards of glass flying in all directions. The sound reverberates through the air, echoing your fury. As you peer inside, your eyes lock onto the scene, your heart sinking at the sight of Komi in the back seat. Your mind races, consumed by a mixture of disbelief and rage."

"With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you reach into the car and grab the guy by his hair, yanking him out through the broken window. He cries out in pain as you drag him onto the pavement. Without hesitation, you rain down blows upon him, each strike fueled by your fury and betrayal. Your fists connect with his body, delivering punishment for his actions. The sound of the scuffle fills the air, punctuated by grunts of pain and exertion."

"As your rage consumes you, you unleash a final act of brutality upon him. With a savage fury, you stomp down on his groin, aiming to crush his manhood into a bloody pulp. The sickening sound of bones breaking echoes in the air as you unleash your wrath upon him. He writhes in agony beneath your merciless assault, his cries of pain drowned out by the pounding of your heart and the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins."

"With a primal growl, you grab him by the collar, lifting him up to his knees. His bloodied face contorts in agony as he meets your gaze, fear and pain mingling in his eyes. With a triumphant smirk, you turn his battered form towards the car where Komi sits, her eyes wide with shock and horror. You hold him there, a living testament to her betrayal, daring her to witness the consequences of her actions."

"With a powerful shove, you hurl him over the car, his body crashing onto the pavement with a thud. As he lies there, beaten and broken, you stride over to the car where Komi sits, her expression a mix of fear and guilt. With a forceful yank, you fling open the door, revealing her trembling form within."

"Your voice is low and filled with menace as you growl the command, sending shivers down Komi's spine. She hesitates for a moment, fear evident in her eyes, before slowly obeying your order. With trembling movements, she steps out of the car, her gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet your furious stare."

"Grasping her chin firmly, you lift her face to meet your gaze, your eyes burning with anger and betrayal. As she looks up at you, you thrust the torn remnants of her notes before her, each scrap a damning testament to her deceit. With a merciless grip, you shred them one by one, the pieces fluttering to the ground like confetti, a cruel mockery of the promises she made."

"Her eyes widen in shock and guilt, the weight of her actions crashing down upon her. She trembles under your gaze, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words come out. The silence hangs heavy between you, broken only by the sound of ripping paper and the pounding of your heart."

With a swift motion, you snatch the pen and paper from her trembling hand, the tools she once used to communicate now stripped from her grasp. The paper crumples beneath your fingers, a tangible reminder of her betrayal. She stares at you, her eyes wide with shock and despair, her voice silenced by your actions. In that moment, she stands before you, stripped of her defenses, her secrets laid bare for all to see.

With a fierce determination, you scribble your message onto her notepad, each word a searing indictment of her actions. As you finish, you thrust the notepad back into her hands, the paper trembling with the weight of your anger and disgust. She stares down at the words, her eyes filling with tears as the reality of her betrayal sinks in. With a heavy heart, you turn away, leaving her to face the consequences of her actions alone.

You grip her face firmly, your fingers pressing into her skin as you write the damning words "cheating whore" across her forehead in bold, permanent marker. She winces in pain and shame as the marker leaves its indelible mark upon her skin, a visible reminder of her betrayal. With a cruel twist of fate, you then show her the side mirror you've ripped off the guy's car, using it to reflect her image back at her, the words on her forehead stark and undeniable.

Her eyes widen in horror as she sees her reflection, her cheeks flushing with shame. She tries to speak, but no words come out, her voice lost in the weight of her guilt. With a final glance of contempt, you toss the marker back to her, leaving her to face the consequences of her actions alone.

With a savage snarl, you hurl the side mirror at her feet, the glass shattering into a million pieces at her feet. You then step up to her, your middle finger thrust before her face in a final gesture of contempt and disgust.

She flinches at your gesture, tears streaming down her face as she realizes the full extent of her betrayal. The silence between you is heavy with anger and hurt, the weight of your emotions hanging in the air like a physical presence.

With a final glance of contempt, you turn away, leaving her to face the consequences of her actions alone.