"I don't care what you're going to do, or how you're going to do it, but you put this goddamned baby inside of me Seth, and you're sure as hell going to marry me for it!"
Seth tries to shield himself with his arms as the woman whacks him repeatedly with her shoe. Plastic or not, stilettos are sharp. And he's still sporting a large bruise from when she threw her cell phone at him.
"Ow! Alright already, will you stop that?" By now she's drawing blood, and she'd already set his sweater-vest on fire. Normally, this would have ended quickly, but the bitch just wouldn't die.
He'd done everything. Shot her, stabbed her, every trick he'd learned from prison and more. Even his handy dandy brick didn't do no good. She was harder to get rid of then most of the normal sluts in this shithole, and she was still at it.
"Had enough yet, douchebag?" She screamed.
What a bitch. He liked her better when she sat around texting all day. At least she was easier to screw then. "Bite me."
Smirking, she reached into her skirt and took out a cigarette lighter. Shit, she was going for the hair.
"Any last words?" she whispers, a few centimetres away. He can smell her dank, boozy breath.
No. Not the hair, she wouldn't. She was bluffing, she had to be. Seth knew a bluff when he…
She's flipped open the lid, and he sees the tiny flicker of butane hell. As the flame gets closer to his face, he's beginning to think he might not be imagining the smell of burnt keratin after all.
"Okay! I'll marry you, whatever! Just, don't touch the hair, please!"
She grins. "Good. We better be registered somewhere classy, like Crate & Barrel." She snaps the lid closed and stuffs the lighter in her bra. She slips on the bloodied shoe, and wobbles away.
As he lies in a puddle of his own blood, Seth considers his options. If he has to suffer, maybe he could use this to scam off his rich-bitch brother. After all, thinks Seth, he was instrumental in helping him get famous, it was about time he collected his dues. And no one could resist a wedding, no matter how much they sucked.
Perhaps marriage won't be such a bad deal after all.