Teach her a lesson

Skylar's eyes well up with tears as she tries to process the venomous words spewing from your mouth. Her face contorts in a mix of shock, pain, and humiliation. You can feel her body tense up, her muscles rigid with fear and anxiety. Your grip on her head remains firm, your fingers digging deep into her scalp.

"You have a great life, Skylar," you hiss, your voice low and menacing. "You're an actress and a succesful one, for fuck's sake. You have a good job, a steady income, and a future ahead of you. But you're throwing it all away with your stupid, slutty behavior."

Skylar's face crumples as she tries to apologize, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

But you don't let her finish. You raise your hand and slap her across the face, the sound echoing in the small space of the car.

She gasps, her hand flying up to her cheek as she looks at you in shock. Her eyes fill with tears, and she looks away, trying to hide her face from you. This girl is just a fuck up, You can't let her get away with this. You need to make her understand the consequences of her actions. You grip her chin, forcing her to look at you, your eyes blazing with anger.

"Listen, Skylar," you hiss, your voice low and menacing. "I'm going to show you what happens if you keep fucking up your career. You're going to regret the day you ever met me."

Skylar's eyes well up with tears as she tries to process the venomous words spewing from your mouth. Her face contorts in a mix of shock, pain, and humiliation. You can feel her body tense up, her muscles rigid with fear and anxiety.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you find the number you're looking for.

You hit the number and wait for the call to connect.