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Inspired by this image .

No idea as to why that is such an intriguing snapshot. 😇

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To my great delight, KatieBlake kindly took the time to write her interpretation of the proceedings shown in my Caitlyn series.
Her writing is absolutely magnificent and I‘d strongly recommend to pay a visit to her profile.

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As I stood there, seething with anger and betrayal, my gaze fixed on the sleek surface of my ex's Dodge. It was a symbol of everything that had gone wrong, everything that had shattered my trust and left me feeling hollow inside. Without a second thought, I reached into my pocket and fished out his keys, the metal cold against my fingertips.

With each deliberate scrape along the car's side, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. It was a small act of revenge, a way to reclaim a shred of dignity in the wake of his infidelity. The paint chipped away in tiny flakes, coating the leather dance leotard I wore.

Once inside the car, I slammed the door shut with a satisfying thud. My fingers curled around the steering wheel, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cold reality of my situation. As I turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, a primal scream echoing my inner turmoil. With a surge of adrenaline, I threw the car into gear and peeled out onto the deserted street. The distinct sound of scraping metal as the bumper crashed into the curb caused a sadistic smile to etch across my face.

Fuck that guy! The thought echoed through my mind like a mantra as I tore down the road, my foot heavy on the accelerator. Red lights blurred past me in a kaleidoscope of rage, each intersection a dare I eagerly accepted. I rode the curbs, disregarding any semblance of order or safety.

It didn't take long for the inevitable to catch up with me. The piercing blue lights filled my rear view mirror and the wail of sirens pierced through the cacophony of my racing thoughts.

The screech of tires sliced through the air as I jerked the wheel, veering sharply off the road in a desperate bid to escape. But as the dust settled, I realized with a sinking feeling that there was nowhere left to run. My heart hammered in my chest as I surveyed my surroundings, searching for any sign of salvation in the darkness. But all I found was a dead end, a cruel twist of fate that left me trapped in my own recklessness.

The booming voice over the megaphone shattered the stillness, commanding authority over the idling hum of the engine. With a surge of defiance coursing through my veins, I swung the car door open and stepped out into the glare of flashing blue lights and the harsh pitch of sirens screaming in the air.

I turned towards the defaced car, my knee-high boots teetering on the uneven cobbles below. My hands rested on the roof of the black Dodge, the metal cool against my fingertips. Despite the chaos around me, a twisted sense of satisfaction pulsed through my veins.

I should scrape that too! The thought ran through my angered mind like a sinister whisper. Revenge simmered beneath the surface, a fire fueled by betrayal and hurt. But as I traced my fingers along the car's sleek surface, a pang of guilt tugged at my conscience.

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Description
Inspired by this image .

No idea as to why that is such an intriguing snapshot. 😇

———————————

To my great delight, KatieBlake kindly took the time to write her interpretation of the proceedings shown in my Caitlyn series.
Her writing is absolutely magnificent and I‘d strongly recommend to pay a visit to her profile.

———————————

As I stood there, seething with anger and betrayal, my gaze fixed on the sleek surface of my ex's Dodge. It was a symbol of everything that had gone wrong, everything that had shattered my trust and left me feeling hollow inside. Without a second thought, I reached into my pocket and fished out his keys, the metal cold against my fingertips.

With each deliberate scrape along the car's side, a wave of satisfaction washed over me. It was a small act of revenge, a way to reclaim a shred of dignity in the wake of his infidelity. The paint chipped away in tiny flakes, coating the leather dance leotard I wore.

Once inside the car, I slammed the door shut with a satisfying thud. My fingers curled around the steering wheel, the warmth of it a stark contrast to the cold reality of my situation. As I turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, a primal scream echoing my inner turmoil. With a surge of adrenaline, I threw the car into gear and peeled out onto the deserted street. The distinct sound of scraping metal as the bumper crashed into the curb caused a sadistic smile to etch across my face.

Fuck that guy! The thought echoed through my mind like a mantra as I tore down the road, my foot heavy on the accelerator. Red lights blurred past me in a kaleidoscope of rage, each intersection a dare I eagerly accepted. I rode the curbs, disregarding any semblance of order or safety.

It didn't take long for the inevitable to catch up with me. The piercing blue lights filled my rear view mirror and the wail of sirens pierced through the cacophony of my racing thoughts.

The screech of tires sliced through the air as I jerked the wheel, veering sharply off the road in a desperate bid to escape. But as the dust settled, I realized with a sinking feeling that there was nowhere left to run. My heart hammered in my chest as I surveyed my surroundings, searching for any sign of salvation in the darkness. But all I found was a dead end, a cruel twist of fate that left me trapped in my own recklessness.

The booming voice over the megaphone shattered the stillness, commanding authority over the idling hum of the engine. With a surge of defiance coursing through my veins, I swung the car door open and stepped out into the glare of flashing blue lights and the harsh pitch of sirens screaming in the air.

I turned towards the defaced car, my knee-high boots teetering on the uneven cobbles below. My hands rested on the roof of the black Dodge, the metal cool against my fingertips. Despite the chaos around me, a twisted sense of satisfaction pulsed through my veins.

I should scrape that too! The thought ran through my angered mind like a sinister whisper. Revenge simmered beneath the surface, a fire fueled by betrayal and hurt. But as I traced my fingers along the car's sleek surface, a pang of guilt tugged at my conscience.

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