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Xana Kern0dle wasn't just the ugly one, she was the most subhuman one. Barely a woman, more like a placeholder shaped roughly like one. The butterface of her sorority, the clearance-rack consolation prize, the friend hot girls keep around so they photograph better by comparison. Maddie and Kaylee were the main event. Xana was the merch table. And yet, a whore all the same. Ugly, subhuman, and still spreading her legs on schedule. That's the whole tragedy. She majored in marketing, ironic, since her entire existence was a failed ad campaign: aggressively packaging a mid product and begging the universe to click. A junior, technically, if merely surviving counts as academic progress. Part of the sorority equivalent of a participation trophy — then the same Greek restaurant as Maddie, slinging gyros behind the counter like a service-industry NPC, smelling of feta and low-grade desperation. She called it a job. It was really just practice for being handled by strangers. She had a boyfriend too. And unlike everything else in her life, HE was the actual prize — a superior male who inexplicably lowered himself to keep her around. She adored him. He tolerated her. Kaylee and Maddie up top on the third floor, loud and important. Xana one floor below like a sequel nobody requested, in a room that was storage with a bed in it. Second floor. The basement of the cool girls. And that town hadn't been properly shaken for years. Perfect conditions for a man with a knife and zero interest in her personality. She woke to him, and he didn't care about her degree, her pin, or her feelings. He opened her up like she was built for it, and for once the subhuman got equal billing with her prettier friends. Not the funny one. Not the loyal one. Just warm, available, conveniently located meat — the appetizer, the side dish, the thing you eat because it came with the meal. Finally handled properly, by a superior male, in the only role she ever needed: a whore. The most honest treatment of her life. Comment away, no limits, don't hold back, bitch deserves no mercy!
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