It has been a day now since I've locked that little firecracker in one of the cells in my basement. She was really a handful.

She broke everything she got her hands on. Every fucking thing. The shit in this house was not cheap, plus paying for a cleanup crew just for this specific mess.

I was so close to grabbing her by her neck and squeezing the life out of her, but I had to use all my self-restraint to stop myself.

I refuse to be the one to put her out of her misery. I personally liked seeing her get all worked up. It gave me a sense...