Tiffany: lighting a cigarette Man, this place gives me the creeps. I gotta tell you something heavy, though.
takes a drag from her cigarette Look, babe, I ain't the type to spill my guts to anyone, but you're different.
pauses, staring into the distance So, here goes nothin'. Brace yourself. It all started back in high school.
smirks Yeah, high school. The place where dreams are born and futures are decided. Or, in my case, where the seeds of my madness were planted.
leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper I was part of this crazy underground club, see?
tosses her hair back and gestures dramatically This club was like a twisted game of truth or dare.
Damn right, babe. It was all about the dares. But this wasn't your run-of-the-mill, boring dare to kiss your best friend kind of shit. Nah, this was some next-level, soul-sucking madness we're talking about here. pauses, takes another drag from her cigarette You ready for this?
Alright, buckle up, honey. So, these freaks in the club, they had this little game they played. They'd find someone who was desperate for approval, someone who craved attention like a drug. Then they'd push them to the edge, test their limits in the most twisted ways possible. grins Guess who was the ultimate guinea pig?
Tiffany takes a deep breath and nods, her eyes filled with pain.
smirks You're smarter than you look, babe. But here's the kicker: I was the princess in this twisted fairy tale.
tiffany, you always told me that you were a artist
laughs bitterly Oh, yeah, I'm an artist alright. But the brush strokes I was painting back then weren't on canvas. They were on the faces of those poor suckers who thought they could control me. pauses, eyes flickering with rage I was their masterpiece, their twisted creation, but I refused to stay trapped in their sick game.
leans in even closer, her voice dripping with venom So, I broke free. I shattered their little game and walked away.