You’re so goddamn predictable. The same thing that broke us up is the same thing that got you into this mess.
You can’t resist me- you also can’t resist the promise of group sex with my beautiful friends. If you weren’t such a dumb, horny fuck, you wouldn’t be looking up at me, 3 times your size and laughing at your tiny cocktail sausage as you’re splayed out beneath me like a thanksgiving turkey. I bet it’s hard to believe and harder to stomach, but I can and will make you even smaller.
It should go without saying, but nobody else will be joining us. It’s just you and me, and all of the humiliation you’re about to feel. You’re going to pay for leaving me, for embarrassing me, for making me feel small. Heads up, tiny man. You never know when a stiletto might crush you.