Listen up, twerp. You're weak, you're small, and you're pathetic. I could squish you like a fly. I can crack your weird tiny skull in between my thick, muscular thighs, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. Just look at you. It's so easy to throw you around in a scissorhold. I can twist your head every which way with my legs and your body will follow. I like watching your face get red and then purple, knowing that I'm squeezing every last breath out of you. I like feeling you struggle in between my clenched thighs, knowing that you can't do anything to escape it. You're weak, and I think it's hilarious. Just a puny, weak bitch trapped in between my legs.