Honey, you’re not a bitch - your pathetic retaliations surprise me, yes, but in all the wrong ways for you and your army of factory rejects.
Instead of asking daddy to buy you conventional crop tops, perhaps invest in new genes, in particular to get a new mouth, trust me you’ll need it when Satan plunders you.
You could also settle on noiseless hysteria when Satan enters you; as you realise you’re worth much, much less.
