My Beautiful Ruin — The Photo Deal

Get the fuck off me you stink I stink get used to it you'll smell me every damn day keep looking at me like that makes me want to tear you apart you ass the more you struggle the The more turned on, I get.

You sick fuck. If I go to the cops, they file a report, ask questions, take my statement. Sooner or later, someone sees the photo. Winston.

That name can't survive that kind of scandal. Yeah. I knew your ass would come. Delete the photo. Covered that bruise on your neck pretty well.

Don't touch me. We had a deal. I came here. Now delete the fucking photo. Deal. I never made one.