Waifu Wasted

Daisy Dangling

Tears rolled down Daisy Buchanan's bare skin. Tom had left her for another woman, and she'd lost so much of what she kept from their divorce, that she couldn't even afford clothes. She stood there in her bleak apartment, the light from the large window illuminating her body. Her completiction was fair save her beauty mark. Her chocolate brown eyes where red and puffy from crying, and her blonde hair was semi short . Her full lips where a bright red as she used the last of her lipstick. Her A cup breasts seemed to glow in the light of the setting sun, and their shadow covered her flat stomach. Her vagina was unshaved and sported a naturally blonde bush. Her legs were smooth and slender and led to her feet, her toes painted to match her lips.  She walked towards the window, her hips shaking as she worked her tiny, fine ass. She pushed the window open and stepped out looking down at the bustling city below. She fixed the noose, which she had already prepared around her neck, as a single tear ran down her cheek. She jumped. The rope caught her, but to her surprise it didn't break her neck. She gagged kicking her feet, and sticking her tongue out as her airflow was cut off. People stopped when the noticed the dying blonde hundreds of feet up, but no one alerted the authorities as they all secretly enjoyed the spectacle. She could tell that they were enjoying death, and that was far from what she hoped for. She wanted people to care about her at least one more time, but no, she ended up as a show for them Soon she become too weak to control her bladder and a stream of piss rained from her vagina to the streets below. Tears ran from her eyes and saliva from her mouth as she began to lose consensus. A few minutes later the only movements she made was the occasional twitch of her toes. Now one bothered to bring her body down, and the police left it hanging for the entertain the citizens and the life of Daisy Buchanan was snuffed out