01 26 00

a letter

Dear Asshole,

You have a lot of fucking nerve. The more I learn about you the less I like you.

It wasn't bad enough that you called her a whore. It wasn't bad enough that you beat her and told her she was worthless. It wasn't bad enough that you left finger-shaped bruises on her arms. It wasn't bad enough that you degraded her in words and actions. No...

You had to conveniently forget that you have herpes. And now, so does she.

Everything you learned about sharing in kindergarten doesn't always apply to the adult world, you bastard.

She loved you. She trusted you. She gave herself to you. She was so happy when she met you. You were her world. And you - you took advantage of that in ways no human should do.

Perhaps you aren't human, after all.

Death isn't good enough for you. You deserve to be chained to a post, naked. You deserve to have your penis cut off with a rusty pocketknife. You deserve to be beaten until you're crying for mercy. And then you should be beaten some more and left to be eaten alive by wild animals.

Or better yet... You deserve to find the woman of your dreams. You deserve to fall deeply in love with her, so much that you worship every move she makes and every word she speaks. You deserve to sleep with her - and catch the disease that she conveniently forgot to tell you she had.

That would be justice.

I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm of the same species as you.

I've never met you. And I sincerely hope I never do, because I'm afraid of what I would do to you.

Rot in hell, you fucking bastard.

Sincerely,
Sarah

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