Straddled across Catfighting Barbie, I continue pulling at her ratty hair. Her hair is as nasty and greasy as you would imagine. However while this position is most definitely fun, my blind rage and unrelenting hatred has betrayed me. As while I just yank on Catfighting Barbie’s hair, I do leave myself exposed for her eventual retaliation. So it should surprise no one when catfighting Barbie reaches up and rakes her nails down my cheeks. My face erupts in flames and by skin feels like a fiery hell has been unleashed on it.
“Argh you bitch, you fucking bitch!!!” I screech
My hands loosen there grip on your hair, as they claw and scratch my face and bloody red lines begin to form. But the those wicked and desperate fingers of yours are not done, as soon they reach for and go for my eyes. You don’t hesitate for a second as you begin to gouge my eyes. The pain is like nothing I ever felt before and instantly my hands release your hair and instead they find themselves grasping onto your wrist’s, as I desperately try to save my vision.
I scream in agony and fear “Ow Ow OW you fucking cxnt!”
There is no denying I’m in a bad position, I shift my body weight to the left and using the strength in my arms and legs. I push myself off Catfighting Barbie and roll away from her as I desperately assess the damage to eyes? Am I blind? If so is it permanent or temporary? These are my thoughts that consume me!!! Rolled away but far from a place of safety I begin test my sight by waving my hand in front of it.
Oh and as for eye gouging, low…very low!!! Not a tactic any respectable bitch would use in a fight - at least us non-psychotic ones
