Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

desc: In a regretful moment of banter Lucy insinuates that Rebecca sleeps around with a lot of women. Despite this being true, Rebecca is vehement in disproving Lucy's claim that Rebecca may be a lesbian.

It was the coming of a new night in the unmoored, acrid world of cyber-decadence that people refer to as Night City, a place so strangled by the voracious ordinance of ruthless mega-corps that freedom only existed between the thin veneer of sanity and mindless bloodshed. The very essence of Night City was a potent poison injected right into the brain's gooey, malleable centre and twisted it into something savage. Like lobotomy of chrome right under the eye, rapping suffocating lights of resplendent neon while scaling the groves of your skull searching for just the right spot, the right tap that's going to break you.

'Hehe, break. Just what I'm going to do to a certain priggish whore. Thinks she can treat Rebecca like this?!'

That concisely pissed-off tangent came from our one and only Rebecca, who could only be the most talented and beautiful Edgerunner in all of Night City. I'm not biased, it's just the way it is – I'm just the messenger.

And so, despite the prose of our story's beginning Rebecca has kindly entered into our story to make it more exciting. Thank you kindly, Rebecca.

But how will Rebecca make this story more exciting, you may ask? Well, by clapping and destroying Lucy's ass like Rebecca's good little slut. Wow!

Anyway, without further ado, I graciously hand this tale to-

"Open the fucking door before I pop your apartment open like a can! I ain't gonna wait here all day for your lazy fucking ass to open! You better not be fucking ignoring me in there whore!"

With every rage-laced word that came from Rebecca's violent harangue her over-sized skull-crushing cyber hands came down like a particularly pissed-off gorilla with a vehement vendetta against doors. Each collision was like a strike of thunder in the ears, and the complex shook under the immense pressure of Rebecca's horny rage. Despite being a girl of such small and diminutive stature, she was packing more than your salubrious amount of unhinged range, looking more like a debt collector coming to collect the highest price from a flagrant malinger. Fortunately for Lucy's sake, she had invested in getting a strong, durable door – but unfortunately for Lucy's sake, Rebecca had invested tools to break through strong, durable doors.

After banging her fist on Lucy's door hard enough to register on the richter scale Rebecca decided it was time for more extreme measures. She needed to convince Lucy that she had made a very regrettable misnomer about her trusted and valued ally Rebecca. Rebecca needed her to see the errors of her ways, and naturally she would do so by force – like there was any other solution.

The blue skinned girl had a hefty duffle bag slung around her shoulder that she had brought just for this occasion, filled with the tools Rebecca needed to 'convince' Lucy. Rebecca took a moment to compose herself, inhaling her inflamed grievances and allowing them to stew and mollify in the pit of her stomach as she put down her bag. Rebecca took a long, deep breath and loosened her shoulders, all before letting out an enraged caterwaul as she smashed in the locked scanner for Lucy's apartment. Her fist collided with steel-smashing force and splintered the scanner like friable wood meeting a sledgehammer. The pieces of the mechanism flew across the room with electric sparks frenetically flying about. The door to the apartment then came the slightest bit ajar, and Rebecca jammed her hand into the aperture and began prying the door open. The metal began to capitulate and give way to Rebecca's force as the gap continued to grow larger, and Rebecca continued to grow increasingly aggressive. Soon the doors gave way and opened completely to the maelstrom of a small girl's anger – Rebecca had entered the apartment. She picked up her bag and strolled right into the apartment, seeing Lucy sitting across from the completely stultified by Rebecca's entrance. Lucy was staring at complete disbelief at Rebecca, while an absent smoke sat unattended in her lips.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck out of my apartment – and you're paying for that door," the white-haired netrunner, yelling with apoplectic anger at Rebecca when clearly Rebecca was the one who should be angry. Lucy had no right to be so irascible, especially after how she slighted Rebecca.

"You fuck! You embarrassed me at the party like that and have the balls to tell me to fuck off?! I haven't even heard of someone being such a pretentious piece of shit!" Rebecca barked in turn to Lucy, who seemed to be coming around to the realisation of Rebecca's house call.

"Wait… That's what this is about? You hound me at my apartment when I'm clearly not letting you in, then you break my door which by the way isn't fucking cheap to fix, all because of some harmless banter? You've got to be shitting me." Lucy massaged her exacerbated nerves through her temple.

"Harmless banter? That was you trying to assassinate my character and ruining all my chances with decent guys! I am not a carpet muncher!" Rebecca quarrelled, affronted by the mere suggestion that she had to broach.

"Hmph, you really want to argue this point? How about I bring back up your history of sexual liaisons again?" Lucy's eyes flashed a stark colour of red as her pupils focused on the reports now visible to her, reading, "Hmm, let's see. An all-night long stay at a love hotel with you and the bartender we met last week – a woman. The 'full-service package' at a seedy brothel – for lesbians mind you. Oh wow, you've actually been there quite a fair bit now that I look at it. And scanning through your history doesn't seem to include any evidence you've ever slept with a man. Now, what sort of conclusion am I supposed to draw from that?"

Rebecca's face began to strain with growing, indignant anger. She began stamping her foot and waving her arms up and down as she said in outburst, "What?! I Like sleeping around a bit – that ain't any of your business choom! Why the fuck do you even have that information to begin with? Guess you're the type of girl who hasn't heard of privacy!"

"And you just happen to sleep exclusively with women? But it's not that I care or anything, I just thought it was humorous in the moment. So, if you want my apology, take it and fuck off – and transfer me the eddies for the door while you're at it," said Lucy with a dismissive wave.

"You saw that bartender – her tits were massive! I was morally obliged to fuck her! You can't hold this sort of shit against me and say that I'm a lesbian! What sort of girl my age doesn't sleep with other women?"

"For starters: me. I don't go around sleeping with whores because I'm not a lesbian like you. Now are you done yelling your head off? Some of us have work outside of being a slut," Lucy finished her rejoinder with a coy grin that only served to exacerbate Rebecca's boundless rage. It wasn't cyberpsychosis that flashed in Rebecca's eyes, but it was far more primal with exact direction on what she needed to take her rage out on. It took a moment for Lucy to realise the impending danger she was in, but at that point she had already kicked upon the rampant floodgates in complete oblivion, and she was the only person standing before the torrent of rage she had unleashed.

"Oh fuck you! Think I'm going to let you get away with this? You're going to pay the fucking price for pissing me off!"

Rebecca's eyes had been drained of any semblance of remorse or inhibition that might have been holding her back – her pupils now bearing the primaeval fury of a beast that had been kicked insolently in the face. Yet based on the bag Rebecca had brought along and her gaze fixed intently on Lucy, she realised she had gotten ahead of herself and that she was in immediate danger. At that point it was too late for Lucy. Despite being keenly aware and cautious of her surroundings Lucy could not have anticipated her own ally to attack her, all because she had called that ally a lesbian. Lucy had no time to contemplate her mistake however as Rebecca's massive hands lunged forth and secured Lucy, gripping tightly onto her throat, and lifted her upwards.

"Wha-what the fuck? Are you fu-fucking crazy?!" Lucy choked out while her feet dangled over the floor.

Despite Rebecca being much shorter than Lucy her cyber-ware enhanced hands allowed her the adequate reach and strength to lift Lucy off the floor. The pressure extended across Lucy's throat didn't carry lethal intention, as Lucy was granted enough air to curse back at her assailant, but enough to keep her breathing strained. Lucy's hands were free however and able to fight back against Rebecca, but before she could utilize the mono-wire in her wrists a pulse of electricity emitted from the palm of Rebecca's hand. It was like a quick, electrifying slap to the neck, and Lucy's arms went numb. Tried as she might, she couldn't raise them, and her optics were showing that the signals sent to her arms couldn't reach their destination, as those limbs were numb. She found out her legs wouldn't obey her either, leaving her defenceless.

"Did you just - Ah!"

Rebecca answered Lucy's protest by freeing one hand and slapping her harshly across the cheek. It was strict, hard, and sent Lucy's face reeling to the side as Rebecca's giant hand collided with enough impact and friction to leave a stern mark. Lucy turned her head back towards Rebecca as she proceeded to yell at her, "You don't get to fucking talk anymore! You think I'm a lesbian huh? When I'm through with you you're going to be the only lesbian here slut!"

Lucy attempted to brute force resistance in her body, straining her mind to effectuate her arrested body into movement to attempt to free herself from Rebecca's grasp. This struggle became especially critical with Rebecca raising her colossal hands towards Lucy's chest. In the tumult of the moment Lucy muddled together panic about what Rebecca would do to her next, but in retrospect it was completely obvious. It only occurred to the seditious Lucy after the sound of seamless, crass tearing perforated the room when Rebecca grabbed onto Lucy's thin collar.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

It sounded something like that if you can imagine it with enough lucidity for the full effect of the brazen tearing to land.

Lucy had averted her eyes in the moment, and even though she knew what Rebecca had just done, it still struck her with momentous realisation that Rebecca had torn her clothes off. More acutely she tore the front of Lucy's black unitard from her body, exposing Lucy's bare breasts down to her flat, curved stomach. Rebecca had only torn off the most salient parts of Lucy's outfit, while remnants of her unitard remained along with her jacket. Her jacket now acted as the only small piece of modesty covering Lucy's pert breasts. In one swift motion, Lucy was an enticing show for Rebecca's sapphic mind to grow deeply enticed by. For Lucy the only thing on her mind was a potent admixture of rage and embarrassment for being so easily stripped and made into a salacious display to how enticing her body was. Lucy's clothing had been designed to enhance her feminine curves and features so that she could dazzle and captivate, but now that feminine enchantment was working to her detriment to invite Rebecca further.

"Holy shit, you have such nice tits!" Rebecca declared with a hearty bellow before thrusting her giant hand forward. Lucy only had a second to brace for how rough and uncaring Rebecca was with her delicate breasts. Rebecca jammed her free hand into Lucy's supple, pliable chest and began squeezing, groping, and tweaking all in successive, abusive motion. Her encapsulating hands managed to easily fit the full gamut of Lucy's bust in a single palm, allowing her to roll her sizable digits across Lucy's chest. Her fingers would dig into the soft flesh like a set of rough clamps squeezing across Lucy's breasts, causing her to cry out in shock and pain. The pressure from Rebecca's hand was crushing Lucy's poor breasts, while Rebecca's other hand stayed tightly around Lucy's neck.

'Sh-she's using my breasts like toys! Bitch!'

"So, so soft. You know I've always wanted to get a handful of these – it's always been such a pain to have them dangled around in my face! You've been trying to seduce me with these things this whole time, haven't ya?"

Lucy brayed in indignant vile over the idea, biting back, "Like hell. Fuck yo- Ah!"

When Lucy attempted to rebuke Rebecca in aggrievance Rebecca rolled the entirety of Lucy's bust in the palm of her hands now with far more sensitivity, embracing a sensual touch and tenderness to handle Lucy's breasts. Rebecca's digits wrapped into the side of Lucy's bosom and rolled her palm over the sensitive and sore flesh before proceeding to drag her fingers slowly to the epicentre of Lucy's nipple. A thumb on Lucy's left nipple and a pinky on the right circling and arousing the area while her remaining digits worked to massage and mould the malleable extents of their newfound breast-property. Rebecca's fingers glid so seamlessly, pressed with mindful attentiveness to the sensitivities and pleasure of a mere fondling.

It stunned Lucy with dogged disbelief, but there was no mistaking the fateful sting for each circle Rebecca completed from her deft digits that she was bringing Lucy pleasure. Through Lucy's anger and opposition, Rebecca had such an expertly executed grasp and fondling of her perky breasts that it was bringing pleasure. But the moment the pleasure announced itself Rebecca focused her digits on Lucy's right left breast, her digits closing in on her teased nipple and tugged it harshly, before releasing it in a painful pull.

"That wasn't a fucking question! You're a slut who's been trying to seduce me into sleeping with you this whole time! This isn't up for debate, it's facts! No one who isn't a seductive slut wears something so skimpy, now take your punishment!"

Rebecca proceed to Rebecca-handle Lucy by taking one hand off Lucy's breasts and placing it on the underside of Lucy's thigh, while her other hand motioned swiftly down to Lucy's crotch. Lucy knew exactly what was coming for her intact shorts, but she was too restrained to do anything. And with another resounding RIIIIIIP for effect, Rebecca tore apart Lucy's modest shorts and exposed the unwitting sex underneath. Rebecca was once more enticed, and Lucy ashamed once more to be made into a sensual display, only now Rebecca had her sex-addled mind entirely loaded with the complete vision of Lucy's nude body. From her plump breasts to the appetizing sight of Lucy's lower lips just anticipating Rebecca to spread and ruin the deepest parts of Lucy – something she would gladly oblige. Rebecca picked Lucy up with the strength of her enhanced hands, and placing Lucy upon her shoulders. Both of Rebecca's hands gripped tightly around the cusp of Lucy's thighs while her limp legs were straddled around Rebecca's shoulder, leaving Lucy looking down on the short girl currently lifting her like a lightweight doll. Lucy's exposed sex was now presented in front of Rebecca's face, edging her own with the toothsome display.

"Hey, what are you-"

Lucy was silenced by Rebecca charging forth with Lucy straddled around her shoulders. It was a dead sprint towards the nearest wall, and with Lucy the unwilling front of the charge, Lucy's back collided with the wall with a loud crash. A shot of pain travelled through Lucy's back, but it was stopped by a sudden, inexplicable pleasure that began to wreck through Lucy's body. It took a moment for Lucy to recover, but as she glared down the realisation came to her through a tender lick of a playful tongue that Rebecca was going to eat Lucy out. Pinned up against the wall, legs spread open wide, Rebecca's tongue eagerly gliding across Lucy's folds while she was limp and helpless to stop it. Rebecca's skilful tongue ran from the top of Lucy's tight folds to the bottom, and then back again in swift undulation. In every motion, Rebecca made sure to dart the tip of her tongue into the breach of Lucy's vulva, and every time she arrived at the pleasure centre of Lucy's clit she swirled her tongue around the nub, enswathing it with warmth and passionate pleasure.

Lucy, unable to command her body properly, had no means to take out the zenith of mounting pleasure, and could only translate her frustration and carnal pleasure into a stifled moan. Lucy could only bite her lip in an attempt to silence herself, but it seemed Rebecca was in-tune to Lucy's attempts at resistance as she picked up the pace and severity of her swirling tongue lapping across the folds of her pussy.

The heat of Rebecca's tongue was infecting Lucy's body with her own heat and arousal, sapphic in nature. Lucy tried to convince herself that this wasn't right, that she wasn't being pleasured by another girl, but Rebecca was just so good with her tongue. Each motion was intentional and calculated, designed to make a girl weak to her knees and shuddering, like Rebecca had done this a thousand times before. And Lucy didn't know the half of it, as so far Rebecca had only engaged with light foreplay with Lucy's lower lips, and was soon to give Lucy an intimate lesson in oral ruination.

Rebecca shoved her face in crudely into Lucy's crotch, locking her head in with Lucy's legs wrapped around Rebecca's neck. Rebecca's plunged the length of her tongue deep into Lucy's folds, spreading them to welcome her pleasurable warmth as she began to lap and pound her tongue in and out of Lucy. It was a visceral hammer of oral joy that completely consumed Lucy; Rebecca pumped wildly, draining each notion of Lucy's sense each time she devoured her cunt which was now drenched in saliva and sex.

Rebecca ate away without tenderness and only had her focus on the brutality of her pussy-eating. She would interchange each plunge with wide licks across the outside of the folds, and painful nibbles on Lucy's clit as Rebecca sucked on it without restraint. And when Lucy began to find herself lost in a reverie of pleasure Rebecca would raise her hands from under Lucy's thighs and roughly tweak Lucy's nipples, keeping Lucy in the realm of reality where she could experience every moment of torturous pleasure at the mercy of Rebecca's tongue.

It continued on, and Lucy couldn't hold back her moans any longer. When her lips were spread open by Rebecca's tongue that was a moan, each time Rebecca tweaked her nipples that was a crude moan, and each time she gleefully played with her clit that was a particularly deep and debaucherous moan.

'I-I sound like a porn star. I'm so fucked!'

Lucy placed her hand on her mouth to attempt to silence her moaning, but she just couldn't keep it down. Rebecca was an expert pussy-devourer, and Lucy was just her most recent victim. Lucy was completely disarmed, and her climax was in Rebecca's dominion as she decided what motion of her tongue would make Lucy utterly cream herself. However she didn't give her the edging satisfaction of a climax, but rather Rebecca raised her hand and slapped Lucy across the breasts. Lucy's breasts came swinging to the side as Lucy's legs buckled in pain. Her pleasure-deranged mind quizzed as to why Rebecca stopped, staring down at her as Rebecca pulled her head out of Lucy's legs.

"Hmph, think you get release so easily huh? Well I ain't letting you have it! Not until you admit to being a slut for Rebecca!"

Rebecca took a free hand and rubbed a single one of her cylindrical digits over Lucy's sopping lips, making sure it stayed aroused and teased. Rebecca did not allow the heat to mollify itself and kept Lucy's sex inflamed and dripping with the sensation of Rebecca's tongue already buried deep within Lucy's mind and insides. Rebecca wasn't close to finished with Lucy as she straddled Lucy back onto her shoulders and pulled her from the wall. Rebecca wobbled back slightly from the weight of carrying Lucy but managed to carry her back to the centre of the room where Rebecca had dropped her bag.

Rebecca dropped Lucy supine on the floor and left her to begin rummaging through her bag. Lucy attempted to stand but found that legs were still numb – unbeknownst to her, for entirely different reasons this time. Lucy was in the process of gathering the willpower to stand and fight back, but Rebecca slapped Lucy around the neck before she could stand. Lucy scowled in frustration at her mistreatment, but to her surprise, a notification suddenly appeared on Lucy's optics informing her that a new software had just been installed. Lucy glanced back at Rebecca, who was arranging Lucy's body so that her ass was sticking up while she laid face down.

"What did you ju-"

Rebecca drove her hand across Lucy's backside, tearing off the remains of her shorts as well, leaving Lucy's ass a stinging crimson. She grunted in pain as Rebecca chastised her aggressively, "No talking! But I probably should tell you though choom – only because I think it'll be more entertaining if you know. Gist is I installed a software that removes your ability to cum your brains out. You'll still feel every ounce of pleasure of course like the gay slut you are, you just won't arrive at any climax. Means I could fuck you into cyberpsychosis and you wouldn't even get any satisfaction out of it! You'll want to cum your brains out, but you won't! Fuck you!"

"Anyway, feel free to be as loud as humanly possible while I wreck you from behind! Only way you get out of this is by admitting you're my slut and meaning it too! And the best thing is I get to decide when you're genuine! Fuck you twice!"

Rebecca then produced out of her bag the most terrifying thing Lucy could possibly lay her eyes on. Horrific in its girth, fearsome in its length, and completely neon blue. Twenty-five inches of pure pussy-wrecking power sat in Rebecca's hand, a double-dildo thick as a log and filling out the entirety of Rebecca's palm – Lucy was done for. Rebecca waltzed over with an energetic step towards Lucy's upturned ass and placed one hand on her ass to spread her cheeks, presenting her holes for Rebecca to pound. Rebecca slicked a finger over Lucy's pussy and carried the moisture of her wetness to her lips before lining up the head of the dildo up to Rebecca's hole, spreading it open slightly so it could sit in place. Lucy was only able to watch as Rebecca slipped her panties off, unveiling her own drenched cunt, and straddling herself onto the other end of the dildo.

"Can, can we talk about this?" Lucy huffed in one last attempt to reach Rebecca, and naturally it was futile.

"No, we fucking can't! Get fuckedddddd!"

With Rebecca's last boisterous declaration, she plunged down onto the head of the dildo, plunging it deep into Lucy. Rebecca thrusted with monstrous force and instantly took the entirety of her length, forcing Lucy to be spread wide, wide open by the dildo violating her insides. In under a second Rebecca had pushed all the way into Lucy, the dildo completely vanishing into their bodies as Rebecca's hips collided with Lucy's soft ass with a punchy plap. Lucy was taking an entire twelve inches of Rebecca forcing her way into her; Lucy wasn't aware that it was possible to be so spread out and violated as the head of the dildo touching the outer limits of Lucy's womb.

Lucy's brain cried it in a ruining conflation of pain and pleasure – the brutal spreading was beyond what her body could take, but the moment Rebecca's hips smashed into her ass the pain burst with pleasure in tandem. She couldn't hold it back nor refute it – she was pleasured by being fucked so brutally. And from Rebecca so deeply eating Lucy out prior, Lucy was running the edge of emptying out her brains in a mind-melting orgasm, just from a single thrust. But the fact of the situation was that she couldn't cum, she couldn't climax. Her mind exploded from pleasure but no release from that insane pleasure came, it only continued to grow worse.

"Fuck! You took that all the way! See, you are a whore! Good job whore!" said Rebecca while slapping Lucy across the ass once more. "And holy hell, this feels amazing! I love fucking whores!"

Rebecca pulled out her end of the length, pulling Lucy's end out of her cunt as well, all before thrusting straight back in. Lucy choked a vehement scream of agonized pleasure as Rebecca tore through her insides once more, and then she did it again, and then again. With tremendous speed she pulled back and slammed her hips back into Lucy's ass like a steroid fuelled jackhammer that had gone completely lost the plot. Rebecca's hips smashed into Lucy's ass like they were airbags halting a fatal crash, catching Rebecca's force and giving her something comfortable to pound into as the dildo continued to pump both of their insides. Rebecca wasn't even flinching from taking such a length and was even growing faster and more brutal with every thrust as she entered into a wild heat of clapping Lucy's ass with her petite hips.

"Oh fuck, this is incredible! I should have been fucking this ass long ago! This is what you get you bitch! Rat me out to my friends, trying to ruin my reputation, well this is what happens! Rebecca fucks you and you become her slut!"

Rebecca continued to yell obscenities while fucking Lucy like she was Rebecca's personal fucktoy to be used and abused. With disregard she siphoned between clapping Lucy's ass and slapping it. And it came to Lucy through each strike of momentous pleasure and pain that at this point Lucy was effectively Rebecca's fucktoy, one that desperately needed to cum. It was the last thought in her head before the pounding began to take over, until she was completely enraptured by Rebecca's savage rhythm and the frenzy of pleasure she was caught in.

The pain kept her awake, and the pleasure kept her in a haze, moaning unabashedly like an A-grade porn star while a small girl pounded her ass with more ferocity that even a testosterone addled man would be intimidated to enact. It was complete murder on Lucy's ass and her now completely ruined insides, and even after Rebecca had ruined them she continued to pound away. All the while Lucy could only remain paralyzed from her inability to release, promptly driving her to the edge of sanity.

'I need to cum, I need to cum, I need to cum…'

"I'm a slut! I'm your complete slut! Pleas-"

"No talking!" Rebecca shouted as he tugged at Lucy's hair, pulling her head back with Rebecca buried deep into her cunt. Lucy screamed out from her head being tugged back, looking to Rebecca in the corner of her eye while tears began to well up. "Sure, you may have admitted you are my slut, but I still haven't satisfied my need for vengeance! So next time, why don't you leave someone's sex history alone next time?"

"It, it was Kiwi, Kiwi gave me the information," Lucy pleaded, leaving Rebecca a moment to ponder the newfound information, leading Rebecca to excogitate an outstanding solution.

"Oh well, I suppose I'll have to fuck her too then!"

Rebecca slammed back down into Lucy and elucidated Lucy's most shameless moan yet, but they still had plenty of time together. And so, Rebecca continued to pound Lucy for three more hours. Lucy desperately attempted to cum, and begged Rebecca repeatedly to let her do so, but Rebecca simply continued to berate her while mashing her ass and holes into a fine, messy paste. Rebecca herself came countless times over but never lost a single ounce of her steam. All the while Lucy could only continue to lose her mind.

When release did come – Rebecca finally becoming merciful enough to release Lucy from her prison of pleasure – the impact of orgasm after three hours of bed-breaking sex ruined Lucy completely. It was an EMP of mind-numbing orgasmic pleasure that short-circuited the brain and left Lucy drooling over the floor she had just been fucked into.

Rebecca dismounted Lucy and grinned in satisfaction at her handiwork. Rebecca gave Lucy's ass one last slap, saying, "Well, I'm satisfied to call us even. Sorry about the door or whatever, I'll transfer you the eddies for that. And if you ever want to be ruined again just let me know – I'm pretty easy. Anyway, have a good one choom."

Rebecca packed up her belongings and collected her panties from the floor before nonchalantly walking out of Lucy's room, leaving Lucy completely broken on the floor of her apartment. Lucy's mind was numb and caught in the nebulous haze of post mind-breaking orgasm. But the one thought that came into her mind, was the saving grace of this encounter: at least no one was here to see this.

"Oh, David! How's it going choom? Hey, guess what I just did?"

This was the last thing Lucy heard right outside her apartment before she blacked out.

So all in all, what did our evocative tale of betrayal and revenge teach us besides Rebecca being best girl? Nothing. Rebecca is best girl.

Have a good one.