I'll be your Frigga One Eye, your Jennifer Hills, your Hayley Stark. I'll make you tear yourself open and then I'll sew you back together, just so I can watch it all again. Over and over until you're nothing but a bunch of fresh scars.
Just like I once was.
That's the thing about revenge, you see: you never get sick of it. It's high octane fuel when you're an adrenaline addict. Not a bright outcome for a pretty girl like me, really.
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