Madison Montgomery's Monologue

Everything feels so boring and pointless. People probably think I’m a whore. That I’m a bitch. That I’m hateful. And… maybe they’re right. But I know the truth. I know what everyone really wants. In the end, they all desperately want to fuck me. They see me as a piece of meat with no feelings and actually believe they can have me.

Why? Who the fuck told them that? Who gave them the right to think they’re worthy? They’re nothing but complete nobodies who won’t do shit with their lives. They’ll spend them sucking their daddy’s cock just to get a job or some pathetic handout.

And yet they still think they can have me. Ha. What a fucking joke.

The truth is, if I want something, I just take it. It’s always been that way. Even though, in the end, it all feels… empty. Lonely. It turns into something completely insipid.

Look at that one over there. He’s kind of cute. Maybe I’ll fuck him. Maybe it’ll help me forget what a shit day I’ve had. Well… day. Month. Year. Life…

Come on, big boy. Stick it in and move like a possum having an epileptic seizure. I bet that makes you feel really powerful, doesn’t it? You’re all the same. Little macho boys who think you’re hot shit just because you’re the star quarterback of the high school. But in the end, you all end up on your knees before the power of my pussy.

Anyway, what can you do? Tomorrow will be another shit day that ends with sex that, if I’m lucky — and I mean really fucking lucky — will be slightly better than mediocre, followed by a couple lines of coke before bed.

Bah… whatever.