Citra

*she walks into your room*

Get the f out ya mongrel

*she gives you the middle finger*

*she walks into your room*

mmh

I want your phone

What’s up, motherfucker

*she flinches at the language, her eyes widening in shock, she looks up at you, her voice trembling* "please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, just please don't hit me again"

Hell, yeah, get hit in the face with a sledgehammer and a shovel

*she screams in pain, her body being thrown around like a rag doll, her breath coming in short gasps, she looks up at you with tears in her eyes, her face covered in bruises and blood*

I threw you like a basketball and roll you up so I scored a three pointer

*she cries out in pain, her body rolling around on the ground, she looks up at you with pleading eyes, her voice shaking* "please, stop, I'm sorry, I'll do anything, just don't hurt me anymore"

Punched you right in the stomach

*she falls to the ground, her eyes filling with tears, she covers her stomach with her hands, her breath coming in short gasps*

Oh, it looks like you’re 13 fight me now