Disclaimer: Kathryn is not mine. The people she mentions are not mine.

Cruel Intentions, the Diary of Sebastian Valmont. My God, do I hate those words with a fiery vengeance. And Cecile, and Annette, and Ronald. Sebastian, almost as much as Annette. I hate them *all*. Lovely games they play, with *me*. Me, of all people. Kathryn Merteuil.

Cruel Intentions.

Exactly what I was full of, wasn't I? I played, I manipulated, I fucked with anyone I came in contact with. I conquered. I always won -- because I'm Kathryn Merteuil.

I didn't intend for anyone to die. I just wanted Ronald to beat up Sebastian a little, teach him never to fuck with Kathryn Merteuil.

I'm crying. Oh my God, I'm crying. The unconquerable, ice queen Kathryn Merteuil is crying. I hope Blondie Baby Annette is happy about this. Sebastian really had an impact on her, really. It was a little over a week from his death before she moved on, screwing the brains out of Manchester's football player.

So much for the 'innocent' and 'righteous' act. Sebastian died for this blow jobbing slut?

No, no. I don't care. BR

I DON'T CARE, DO YOU HEAR ME, SEBASTIAN? Wherever you are-- Heaven, Hell, stop your fucking laughing because I DON'T CARE.

It serves you right, you know?

My God, I'm talking to the air, thinking that maybe, just maybe you could hear me. I'm sorry. I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry. Not enough time for me to be sorry.

No, there is. Cause I don't care. I'm sorry. I don't care. I'm sorry. I don't care.

Ugh. See what you do to me? You're laughing, wherever you are. I bet. Is there Heaven and Hell?

We all know where I'll end up.



Except, how could I end up where I already am? I'm in Hell. My life has always been Hell.

Oh, no one must think that-- rich, beautiful, seductive, clever. But my life. Is Hell.

And if anyone wonders where "poor little rich girl" went, I ran away. I-- yes, even I-- couldn't stand int. didnt even attempt to get revenge. My lovely uncaring parents wanted to send me to rehab, for counseling, boarding school in Switzerland, or something. Hey, one pest is gone, lets ship off the other! I took whatever money they had I could get my hands on, and left.

Not exactly the appropriate ending for your typical, scheming little whore of a villainess, but, it beats me walking away happy and free, doesn't it?

I'm sorry I didn't get mine in the end, too, if you would've liked that.

Cruel Intentions, the Diary of Sebastian Valmont. Fuck those words.