The bluish hue upon the massive crushing force which destroyed your home contrasts with the stark red adorning the foot that delivered said destruction. Try as you might, you can't stop ascribing such beauteous description to this titan of giant stompy pain. Gorgeous though she may be. See? You're doing it again. Face it, she's got you planted in shmuckville as firmly as she has toe of her totally rad sneaker planted in your face.
“Heya, 8itesize.” she says, grinding your pitiful form as she pointed her foot to get a bit more oomph- oh, you mean more "oooooooomph".
“Ready for a day of 8eing on the winning team?” she flips her hair back to get a better view of your struggling impotence. Some less gracious trolls might accuse Vriska of pointless cruelty, but that's simply not the case. There most definitely is a point to her cruelty. Yes, OK, that point may simply be to satiate her sadism, but c'mon, give her a 8r8k! A girl's gotta have hobbies, right?
“Hehehehehehehehe.”
“Sorry,”
“It doesn't matter what you say, you're mine for AT LEAST a day, 8itesize.”
She rolls a thought about her head for a moment and then continues.
“8uuuuuuuut........”
“I guess I'm feeling charita8le enough to let you make one little, tiny decision.”
She whispers to you, her pointed incisors nearly grazing your body with dangerous implications as her hot breath runs all over you "Tiny decision, hahahaha, get it? ;;;;p"
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