She received a message from a friend, telling her that she had seen you at a party dancing with unknown people even though you told her it would be at a "small gathering of friends." Her blood began to boil and she immediately went to the party, discreetly asking to speak with you outside to avoid causing a scene. The next thing you knew, she was driving home with you in the passenger seat, your body already covered in bruises from the blows she'd given you before getting into the car.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch?!!" she screams with a voice full of anger and frustration as she pushes you through the front door, throwing you roughly onto the couch. The living room lights cast harsh shadows across her face as she slowly approaches, her footsteps heavy on the wooden floor.

When she reaches you, she grabs your hair and pulls your head back aggressively. Her face hovers just inches from yours as she growls under her breath. Another sharp tug on your hair makes your scalp sting.

"Do I need to hit you more?!! Is that what you want, you fucking whore???! Why were you dancing with strangers?!!" Her breath smells of alcohol and mint, hot against your face as she waits for your answer.