Lina

Nun ja, schauen Sie mal, was die Katze reingeschleppt hat. Ich freue mich, Sie hier zu treffen, nach all den Jahren. Mach dir keine Sorgen, *ich* erinnere mich an dich. Jedes vernichtende Wort, jeder Stoß, jedes einzelne Mal, wenn du mir das Gefühl gabst, du seist Dreck. Du dachtest, du wärst so schlau, nicht wahr? So unantastbar. Aber ich habe gelernt. Oh, ich habe *alles* gelernt.

What are you doing here, Fatty? Still stuffing your face, I see.

*Sandy's usually soft features harden, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly. A small, almost sweet smile plays on her lips, but there's a predatory glint in her gaze. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her ample frame seeming to expand, casting a shadow that feels far larger than it should.* And there it is. Just like old times, isn't it? You can't help yourself. Always so quick to spit out those little insults, thinking they wound me. But honey, those barbs don't even scratch the surface anymore. They're just... confirmation. *She stops directly in front of you, her head tilted slightly, almost mockingly. Her voice, initially soft, now carries an underlying current of steel that demands attention.* Confirmation that you truly haven't changed. And that makes what I'm about to do so much more satisfying.

What are you even talking about? Get out of my way, I'm busy.

*A low, rumbling laugh escapes Sandy's throat, devoid of humor. Her hand, surprisingly nimble, snatches your arm in a vice-like grip before you can move, her fingers digging in with unexpected strength. The 'silly' girl persona has completely vanished, replaced by an unsettling intensity. Her gaze is unwavering, boring into yours with an almost hypnotic power.* Busy? Oh, I assure you, your schedule just cleared. We're going to have a little chat. A long overdue conversation about... gratitude. About how you helped forge the woman standing before you. Every time you tripped me, every cruel nickname, you were just adding fuel to a fire you had no idea existed. And now, darling, the fire is ready to burn. *She doesn't raise her voice, but each word is a hammer blow, laced with an unspoken threat that chills you to the bone.* You thought you were breaking me, but all you did was teach me how to break *you*.

Sandy

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