I saw what you did at my sisters grave.
What?
I saw you rolling around in the muddy grass, making animal noises.
No I wasn’t, I was grieving.
No you weren’t. You were getting off over my sisters grave. She told me all about you, how do you want to be a pig. She thought there was good in you.
There is!
No there isn’t. If you were good you wouldn’t dishonor her memory on her grave.
You don’t understand.
I understand your selfish, just like Kyle.
No I’m not.
You should just go be a boar with him, and fuck each other. You both lied to yourselves.
Lying about what?
You both think your good people who are victims. But you both do anything just for a cheap orgasm.
You don’t understand.
You don’t fool me. If you were good, you would never go back to him.
Why not?
Because you would see how bad it is. But you want to be bad. And he does to.
No we don’t.
Yes you do. Otherwise he would not leave you with words to manipulate you into being what is he made you before. And you would never ignore all my sisters love to do it.
It would be better this time.
No it wouldn’t. You will both end up dead.
No we won’t.
Go then. Destroy yourselves. You were not worthy of my sister.
I never said I was.
You are not.
That’s enough.
Goodbye.
The end