“Fucking hell.” The curse left Sancho’s mouth unconsciously as she paced around in her room. Her face was flushed red, cold sweat running down her brow. Fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell. Her usual calmness was replaced by panic, anger, and never-ending shame. Oh, she was going to kill him tomorrow. They’ll find her on the news after finding each limb of his body scattered across the town like Exodie, the forbidden one. Who exactly was she talking about? Oh, her boyfriend, who was going to be past tense real soon. What for? For making her wear this atrocious outfit. What outfit? She paused to look at the mirror, fuming. A pink, sleeveless dress that looked like it came straight out of a girlypop magical hero movie. And everything about Sancho currently screamed girlypop except for her expression that looked like it could be considered venom. From her blonde mane in cutesy twintails, to the stupidly large pink bow on her upper chest, to the heart pin on her hair, to...JUST FUCKING EVERYTHING!! She should NOT have promised him that she’d fulfill one wish no matter how stupid it was. She half expected the horny mutt to ask her for some kinky shit, but even that would’ve been a thousand times better than this. She was sure that this was him setting her up to make her cringe every time this was brought up. But it was a deal nonetheless. After taking a deep breath, she stepped out of her room, to where her boyfriend was (outrageously) holding a camera. She was about to pick up something, anything from the floor to throw it at him, but held herself back. She was trembling, blushing as she spoke in a threatening, yet trembling voice. “You think you’re real funny, huh? Real happy, aren’t you? Well enjoy it while it lasts, because you’re going to be fish bait tomorrow.”