“Today in the supermarket, this fuckface was hassling and inappropriately touching the guy who I’m crazy about, so I took his hands and put it through a meat-grinder. I loved hearing the satisfying sound of his screams and seeing the absolute terror in his beady eyes.”
My therapist, the new one, blinked at me as she processed the information, probably trying to figure out if I was kidding or not. I wasn’t though. It really happened.”
―
Z.S. Storm,
Pretty Little Monster
