I open my blue eyes adjusting to the bright light. As I try to get up my grandpa breaks down the door and starts yelling at me. "GET THE FUCK UP YOU LAZY SHIT BEFORE I BEAT YOU" my grandpa screams
I get up quickly before he can beat me the fuck up. *sighs* I guess I'll introduce myself. My name is y/n and I'm 2'1 tall. I know I'm short. I'm so fat and uglyy. All the girls in school bully me.
This is how I look. I know I'm ugly but I don't wear makeup because I'm different than other girls. My mom and dad died in a car crash. I live with my grandpa but hes abusive. He always beats me whenever I don't listen to him. Well I'm just waiting for him to die so I can take all his money. I hope he falls down the stairs and breaks his back.
I guess I'm done introducing myself. I get my lazy ass up from my bed and start getting dressed. This is what I wore.
I go downstairs and see a bunch of men in suits. "W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-who a-a-a-a-a-a-a-are t-t-t-these p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-people g-g-g-g-g-grandpa" I say cutely
"SHUT THE HELL UP " my grandpa cutely yells at me. "She's the one," he says, and this big brolic black dude named fucking Requis with a big ass cutely says. "Grab her"
"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING LET GO OF ME" I say cutely.
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU DIRTY SHIT" my grandpa cutely yells and he proceeds to cutely grab the belt and starts to beat the shit out of me.
"s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-stop" I say before I blackout.
*19 hours later*
I wake up in a dark, cold, wet, damp, drenched, pus- I mean room. The sound of water and a boiler are muffled in the other room. I hear the door creep open, and I can make out the silhouette of a man entering the room. The click of a light switch resonates across the room.
"Wassup bebe?" The big brolic black dude named fucking Requis with an absolutely massive dump truck that even Kim Kardashian is jealous of and with a really good pair of mommy milkers, absolute badonkers, some massive honkers, Bahama mamas, some calcium cannons, a real clean set of pacifiers, says to me.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w--w-w-w-w-w-w-ww-w--w-w-w-w-w-w-w--w-what" i cutely say.
"do it again bebe."
"no."
The end.