Chapter 4: Climax
Joseph sat on the edge of the couch, his small frame trembling with a mixture of fear and shame. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, each beat echoing the terror that coursed through his veins. He could still feel the sting of Brittany's hands, the brutal force with which she had struck him. He could taste the blood in his mouth, a salty, metallic tang that filled his nostrils and choked him. He dared not wipe it away, not with the Behemoth watching him, her eyes gleaming with an unfathomable mix of anger, lust, and cruelty.
Besides, the blood was a constant reminder of his place in their twisted relationship. He was her punching bag, her plaything, her victim. He was nothing more than a helpless worm, squirming under her boot.
"You're crying," Brittany sneered, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Joseph's spine. "You're not supposed to cry, worm. You're supposed to take it. You're supposed to fucking love it."
Joseph swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I-I'm sorry, Brittany," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I just want to please you."
Brittany's eyes narrowed, her massive body coiling like a snake ready to strike. "Please me?" she spat. "You think that crying like a little bitch is going to please me? You think that looking at me with those pathetic, tear-stained eyes is going to turn me on?"
Joseph flinched, his small body shrinking away from her, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He could see the anger radiating off her in waves, could feel it like a physical force pressing against his skin.
He knew better than to argue, better than to try and reason with her. He was the worm, and she was the Behemoth. He knew his place.
"I-I'm sorry, Brittany," he whispered, his voice shaking with fear. "I just... I just want to make you happy."
Brittany's lip curled up, exposing her massive, stained teeth in a snarl. "Happy?" "You think making me happy is as simple as saying sorry? You think that I'm going to forgive and forget just like that?"
She snapped her fingers, the sound like a gunshot in the small apartment.
"Get up, worm," she commanded. Joseph flinched at the sharp sound, his body jerking in response. He had always been skittish around sudden noises, but Brittany knew that and used it against him. She loved to watch him squirm, to see the fear and anticipation on his face as he waited for her next move.
"But Brittany, I-I can't," Joseph stammered, his eyes darting between her massive form and the floor. "I can't move, my body... it hurts."
Brittany sneered, her lip curling back to reveal her large, stained teeth.
"Don't be such a little bitch, Joseph. You think you're in pain now? You haven't felt anything yet." She reached down and grabbed his collar, her massive hand easily encircling his neck. She pulled him to his feet, his body sagging against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin, the rapid pulse of his heartbeat. She loved the feeling of him against her, the knowledge that she held his life in her hands.
"On your knees, worm," she commanded, her voice a low growl. She released his collar, but her hand remained on his shoulder, her grip tight.
Joseph stumbled, his knees buckling beneath him, and he fell to the floor. He tried to catch himself, but his hands were slow and clumsy, the pain in his body making it difficult to move. He landed hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his body.
Brittany towered over him, her massive form blocking out the dim light of the apartment. "I said, on your knees, worm," she snarled, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Joseph's spine. She reached down and grabbed his hair, her massive fingers tangling in his strands. She pulled his head back, his neck arching painfully.
Tears streamed down Joseph's face, but he knew better than to resist. Brittany was a force of nature, a creature that could not be reasoned with. He could only obey.
"Please, Brittany," he begged, his voice barely a whisper. "Please, I can't take any more. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want, just please, no more."
Brittany laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the apartment. she echoed, her voice like a dark storm. "You have no idea what that means, worm.
You think you can't take it? You think you're hurting now? This is nothing. I could make you suffer in ways you couldn't even imagine. I could break you, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a whimpering, quivering mess. And you know what? I would enjoy every single second of it."
Brittany's grip on Joseph's hair tightened, and he let out a small cry of pain. She ignored it, her eyes gleaming with a dark, sadistic pleasure. She loved to see him squirm, to hear him beg. It was music to her ears.
Joseph's pleading, the desperation in his voice, it fed her insatiable appetite for control. She tightened her grip on his hair, pulling his head back even further, arching his neck painfully. She could see the tears streaming down his face, the fear in his eyes. She thrived on it.
"You're pathetic, worm," she spat, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down Joseph's spine. "But you're mine. And I want you to introduce me to your parents. I want them to see who their precious little boy is really involved with."
Joseph's eyes widened in terror. "Wh-what? No, Brittany, I can't. They'll hate you.
They'll see what you are, what I've made you." Joseph's face paled, and he shook his head frantically. "No, Brittany, please. You can't make me do that. They'll be terrified of you. They'll call the police."
Brittany threw her head back and laughed, a deep, throaty sound that rumbled through the apartment. "Let them," she said, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Let them try to stop me. I'm the Behemoth, remember? No one can stop me. And besides, I think it's time your parents got to know the real you.
The pathetic, little worm that you are. The one who likes to be hurt, who likes to be scared. The one who gets off on being dominated."
Joseph's eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head frantically. You can't do this. You can't make me do this. They'll see the real you, the monster that you are."
Brittany's face darkened, and her eyes narrowed to slits. She barked out a harsh laugh. "And who are they to judge, little worm? They don't understand you, do they?
They don't understand why you come home with bruises, why you flinch at their touch. They don't understand why you're always so afraid." Brittany's voice was like a blade, sharp and cruel, carving into Joseph's soul. "But I understand, Joseph. I understand because I make you this way. I understand because I'm the one who gives you the bruises, the one who makes you flinch. I'm the one who makes you afraid."
She leaned down, her massive face inches from his. He could feel her hot, fetid breath on his skin, could see the spittle flying from her mouth as she spoke.
He could smell her—sweat, blood, and something else, something dark and primal. The scent made him want to gag, but he knew better than to react. He was her plaything, her pet, her little worm.
"Please, Brittany," he whimpered, his voice barely audible. "Please, don't make me do this. They'll know. They'll see what you've done to me." "And what have I done to you, worm?
Hmm?" Brittany sneered, her voice a low, menacing growl. She leaned in closer, her massive face inches from his, her bad breath making his eyes water. " I've made you mine, Joseph. I've broken you down, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the quivering, pathetic mess that stands before me now."
She straightened up, her massive body towering over him like a monolith. She reached down and grabbed his chin, her fingers like iron bands around his jaw. She forced his head up, his eyes meeting hers.
"You're going to introduce me to your parents, Joseph.
And you're going to do it now." Brittany's voice was like a whip, cracking through the air and wrapping around Joseph's neck like a noose. She tightened her grip on his chin, her fingers digging into his flesh.
Joseph let out a small cry of pain, his eyes watering from the force of her grip. "Please, Brittany," he begged, his voice shaking with fear and pain. They'll see what you are.
They'll see what you're capable of." Brittany's eyes gleamed with a dark, malicious glee as she leaned in closer to Joseph. He could feel her breath on his face, hot and fetid, like the smell of decay and blood. He tried to pull away, but her grip on his chin was like a vice, unyielding and strong.
"No, they won't understand. They'll be terrified. They'll call the cops, and then you'll be in trouble. Is that what you want?" Joseph's voice was barely a whisper, his words choked with fear and tears.
Brittany just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed through the small apartment. She could feel the power she held over him, the sheer dominance of her presence. She reveled in it, in the knowledge that she could break him, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but a quivering, pathetic mess.
"They won't call the cops," Brittany sneered, her voice like thunder. "Because if they do, I'll make sure they never see their precious little boy again. You think I'm playing games here, worm?
Get up, right now, and call your parents. She tossed her phone to Joseph, her massive hand wrapping around his neck with a terrifying ease.
He fumbled with the device, his fingers trembling as he dialed his parents' number. He held the phone to his ear, the pounding of his heart threatening to deafen him. "H-Hello? Mom? Dad? It's me, Joseph." He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. Brittany's hand tightened, her grip a silent threat. "I... I want you to meet someone. She's... she's special to me. Can you come over? Please?"
Brittany leaned in, her massive face inches from Joseph's. "Tell them to bring your father's medicine. I've heard it's quite strong." Her breath was hot and fetid, making Joseph's eyes water.
He could feel her massive chest heaving with each breath, her heart pounding like a drum in his ear. He could smell her, the sweat, the blood, the stench of decay that clung to her like a shadow. It was a smell he had come to know all too well, a smell that filled his nightmares and haunted his waking moments.
"Tell them to bring the medicine, worm," Brittany snarled, her voice like thunder. "Tell them to bring every last pill your father has.
I want it all." Brittany's voice was like a whip, lashing out and striking fear into Joseph's heart. He could feel the phone trembling in his hand, the blood pounding in his ears like a drum. He wanted to resist, to tell his parents to stay away, but he knew better than to disobey her.
"Okay, okay," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll tell them. Please, just... just don't hurt me."
Brittany laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Joseph's spine.
Bob knows the Behemoth will reveal his secret desires, so he brings all of his pills as an offering to the Behemoth Brittany.
He is a trembling, frail old man with a face sagging from age and weight loss. His eyes are wide with fear as he approaches Brittany's apartment. Brittany towers over him, her massive body dwarfing him as he knocks on her door.
"Hello, Father," Brittany says, her voice like thunder. She steps aside to let him in, her massive bulk blocking out the light from the hallway.
Bob stumbles inside, his eyes darting around the cluttered, dimly lit lair. He swallows hard, his face pale with fear. "Hi, Brittany.
I-I brought the pills like you asked," Bob stammers, his voice barely audible. He holds out a small plastic bag, the pills inside rattling softly. His hands tremble, and he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his thin neck.
Brittany towers over him, her massive form blocking out the light from the hallway. She takes the bag from him, her fingers brushing against his as she does so. She can feel the terror radiating off him, can smell it like a cheap cologne. It's intoxicating.
"Good boy," she growls, her voice like thunder.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me."
She turns her attention to Joseph's mother, a small, trembling woman who clings to her husband's arm as if her life depends on it. She is pale, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.
"And who might you be?" Brittany asks, her massive form casting a dark shadow over the woman.
"I-I'm Joseph's mother," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "P-please, just let him go. He didn't mean to get involved with you.
You're... you're not safe."
Brittany's massive shoulders roll back as she laughs, a deep, guttural sound that echoes through the small apartment. The windows rattle in their frames, and a thin layer of dust loosens from the ceiling, drifting down like a gray snow.
"Not safe?" Brittany sneers, her voice like thunder. "You think I give a fuck about safe, old woman? I am the storm, the tempest, the wrath of God.
I am the Behemoth. Safe? I am the fucking antithesis of safe." She advances on Joseph's mother, her massive form casting a monstrous shadow that swallows the small woman whole. She can feel the terror radiating off her, taste the fear in the air like a sweet, intoxicating nectar. She inhales deeply, a low growl rumbling in her chest like the distant thunder of an approaching storm.
Joseph's mother cringes back, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Please," she begs, her voice a high-pitched whine that grates on Brittany's nerves.
"Please, don't hurt my son. He didn't mean any harm. He just wants to please you. He's a good boy."
Brittany laughs, a deep, guttural sound that causes Joseph's mother to flinch. "Good boy?" she sneers. "Your son is a worm, a pathetic little maggot who likes to wallow in his own filth. He enjoys the pain, the humiliation. He craves it like a drug."
She takes a step closer to Joseph's mother, her massive form dwarfing the woman. She can see the fear in her eyes, the desperate pleading for mercy.
But Brittany, the Behemoth, does not know the meaning of mercy. She is a force of nature, a hurricane that will not be stopped, a darkness that will consume all in its path.
"You think this is about pleasing me?" Brittany asks, her voice a low growl that sends a shiver down Joseph's mother's spine. "This is about control. This is about power. This is about showing you all that you are nothing but pawns in my game."
She can see the fear in Joseph's mother's eyes, the realization that they are all at her mercy.
Brittany leans in closer, her massive face inches from the woman's. "You think your son is the only one who enjoys the pain, the humiliation? You think he's the only worm I have squirming at my feet?" She lets out a low, menacing laugh, her eyes gleaming with a malicious glee. "Your husband is my pet too, dear. He brings me his precious pills, his medicine, and in return, he gets to feel alive. He gets to be a part of something bigger than himself."
Joseph's mother gasps, her eyes widening in horror and disbelief. "Bob? No, that's not true. He's a good man. He wouldn't... he wouldn't do something like that." Brittany just laughs again, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the small apartment.
"You think you know your husband, dear? You think he's so virtuous, so pure? Ha! He's just as much a worm as your son. Maybe even worse, because he knows what he's doing. He knows the darkness he's embracing, and he loves it."
She leans in even closer, her massive face now almost pressed against Joseph's mother's. She can smell the fear, the terror, the desperation. It's a heady mix, intoxicating. She inhales deeply, her nostrils flaring like a predator about to strike.
"I love it," she whispers, her voice a dark, menacing purr. "I love watching you squirm, feeling your fear and desperation. I live for this, for the power, for the control." She leans in even closer, her massive mouth just inches from Joseph's mother's face. "And you know what I love even more? Stealing your husbands. Taking them away from you, breaking them down, and making them mine."
Joseph's mother's eyes widen in shock and horror. She stumbles back, trying to put as much distance between herself and Brittany as possible. "No, no, that's not true. You're lying. Bob would never cheat on me. He loves me."
Brittany throws her head back and laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that rattles the very foundations of the apartment.
She towers over Joseph's mother, her massive shadow swallowing the frail woman whole. "Cheat? Oh, darling, he's not cheating. He's not doing anything wrong. He's just enjoying himself, that's all. And so am I."
Joseph's mother's face pales even further, her eyes darting between Brittany and her husband. She can't believe what she's hearing, can't believe the monster standing before her. She feels like she's in a nightmare, a twisted, horrible dream that she can't wake up from.
She's trembling, her body shaking so violently that her teeth chatter together. She tries to back away, to put distance between herself and the Behemoth, but she can't move. Her legs are like jelly, her knees buckling beneath her. She collapses to the floor, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She sees Joseph, his small frame huddled on the edge of the couch, his eyes wide with fear and shock. He mouths something to her, but she can't hear him over the pounding of her own heart in her ears. She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving Brittany.
No, no, no, this can't be happening. Not Bob. Not her sweet, gentle Bob. He wouldn't do something like this. He couldn't. He loves her. He loves their quiet life together, their simple routines, their shared history. He wouldn't throw it all away for this... this monster.
But as she looks at Bob, she sees the truth in his eyes. The fear, the shame, the guilt. He's been lying to her, keeping this secret from her. He's been sneaking off to see this... this Behemoth, this creature that towers over them all like a grotesque parody of a human being.
She sees the way he cowers before her, the way his eyes dart between Brittany and Joseph, filled with a mix of fear, shame, and desperation. He knows he's been found out, that his secret lover is now standing before his wife, taunting her with the truth of his betrayal.
And as she sits there on the floor, her body wracked with tremors, she realizes that she's lost him. She's lost the man she thought she knew, the man she loved.
The realization hits her like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping. She stares at Bob, her eyes filled with a mix of pain, anger, and disbelief. He meets her gaze, his eyes filled with a deep, churning shame and regret, but he doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just stands there, a trembling, pathetic figure, dwarfed by the monstrous form of the Behemoth.
Brittany, meanwhile, watches the scene unfold with a sadistic glee, her massive form blocking out the dim light of the apartment.
She can see the fear and pain etched on Joseph's mother's face, can sense the betrayal and humiliation radiating off her in waves. It's intoxicating, like a drug, feeding her insatiable appetite for control and power.
"You see, darling?" Brittany purrs, her voice a low, menacing growl as she leans in closer to Joseph's mother. "You see what I mean about pawns? You, your son, your husband—you're all just playthings to me. You're all just...
"All I am interested in is taking all of your drugs, food, money, and belongings... After that I will have no use for you" says the Behemoth, as she reveals her massive ass to Bob, hovering above his head, threatening to flatten him. He looks so small in comparison.
Like a just-born puppy too weak to stand on its own legs. But he's not weak, not really. He's a grown man, a husband, a father. But in this moment, he is reduced to nothing more than a trembling, pathetic figure.
Bob's eyes, wide with terror, flick between Brittany's massive, looming form and his wife's pained, disbelieving expression. His breaths come in quick, shallow gasps, as if he's running out of air. As if the very sight of her, the very truth of her, is suffocating him.
"Brittany...
though her massive legs encircle his small body, she doesn't touch him, doesn't grab him. She just hovers over him, her massive ass and belly casting a dark shadow over his frail form. Her presence is enough, her sheer size and dominance. She smirks, a cruel, wicked smile that reveals her stained, massive teeth. she purrs, her voice a low, menacing growl that sets Joseph's mother's teeth on edge. You're all just a cash machine.
A supply of drugs for my next fix. A meal ticket to keep me growing, keep me strong. You're all just... disposable." She spits the last word like a curse, her massive tongue licking her lips in anticipation. The stench of her breath is overpowering, a putrid mix of decay and blood that makes Joseph's mother's stomach churn.
Bob whimpers, his eyes darting between Brittany's massive form and his wife's horrified face. He's trembling, his whole body shaking with fear and regret.
He knows he can't escape this monster, this Behemoth that towers over him. He knows he's just a pawn in her game, a plaything for her to use and discard at her whim. He can feel her hot, fetid breath on his skin, can see the cruel smirk on her massive, grotesque face. He's never felt so small, so insignificant.
"Bob, please," Joseph's mother whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please, don't hurt him.
He didn't know any better. He was just a victim, like Joseph. Like me. Please...
please, have mercy," Joseph's mother pleaded, her voice a soft, desperate whisper. Her eyes darted between her husband and Brittany, her mind racing with a desperate plan to save her family.
Brittany barked out a harsh laugh, her massive body shaking with mirth. "Mercy? You think I give a fuck about mercy, old woman? You think I care about your pitiful pleas?" She leaned down, her massive face inches from Joseph's mother. Her breath was hot and fetid, making the woman's eyes water.
"You think this is about mercy? You think this is about caring? This is about power, about control. I am the Behemoth, and I will consume you all."
Brittany's massive hand shot out, latching onto Bob's frail arm. She lifted him effortlessly, his feet dangling above the ground, his face contorted in terror. "But before I do, I want to show you the true nature of your precious little family.
I want you to see what they're capable of, the darkness that lies within them. And then, I'll decide if I'll grant you that mercy you so desperately crave."
Brittany's hand tightened around Bob's arm, her massive fingers digging into his flesh. He let out a whimper, his eyes rolling back in his head from the pain. Joseph's mother gasped, her hands flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. She could see the bruises already forming on her husband's arm, the purple and black blossoming like a grotesque flower.
"Stop it!" she screamed, her voice filled with fear and anger.
"You're hurting him! Stop it, please!"
Brittany just laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Joseph's spine. "Hurting him? Oh dear, I'm not hurting him. I'm just... showing him who's in charge. Who's the real monster here." Her massive hand squeezed tighter, and Bob let out another whimper, his face pale and sweaty.
Joseph's mother's eyes widened in horror as she saw the veins in Bob's arm beginning to bulge and turn a sickening shade of purple.
She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't bear to watch. She turned her head away, but the sound of Bob's agonized cries filled her ears, making her stomach churn.
"Look at me, dear," Brittany said, her voice a low, menacing growl. Joseph's mother's gaze snapped back to her, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. "Look at me, and tell me who's the monster here." She tightened her grip on Bob's arm, and he let out a scream, his face twisted in pain. Brittany's massive hand dwarfed Bob's small frame, her fingers wrapping around his entire arm like a mechanical claw. "Look at how tiny he is compared to me," she sneered, her eyes gleaming with a dark, malicious pleasure. She leaned in closer, her massive face inches from Joseph's mother's. "Look at how his little penis shrivels up next to my huge, powerful fingers. It's pathetic, really.
Look at him, shrinking back like a frightened mouse. He's nothing, a mere speck of dirt beneath my massive heel. I could crush him with a single step, reduce him to a bloody pulp with barely any effort. But where's the fun in that? No, I want to play with my food first. I want to savor the fear, the terror, the sheer agony that radiates off him like a putrid stench.
"Brittany, please," Joseph's mother begs, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't do this. He's my husband, my love. He didn't mean any of this.
Brittany loved being so much bigger. She easily dominated Joseph and his family.
Brittany reveled in their terror, in their pathetic pleading. She felt a power coursing through her veins, a dark, malevolent force that she could not control. But she did not want to. She embraced it, fed it, let it consume her.
She tossed Bob aside like a ragdoll, his frail body crumpling to the floor with a sickening thud. She turned her attention back to Joseph's mother, her massive form looming over the trembling woman.
"Now, where were we?" Brittany mused, her voice a low, menacing growl. "Ah, yes.
You were about to see the true nature of your precious little family," Brittany said, her voice like thunder. She stepped closer to Joseph's mother, her massive body casting a dark shadow over the trembling woman. "And I believe it's time for your son to join the fun."
She turned her head and barked out an order. "Joseph, come here."
Joseph, who had been cowering on the edge of the couch, jumped at the command. He rose to his feet, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm. He took a step forward, his eyes darting between his mother and Brittany.
His body was shaking, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew what was coming, knew the darkness that lurked behind Brittany's eyes. He could feel it, like a cold, malevolent force pressing against his skin.
"Joseph, come here now," Brittany growled, her voice a low, menacing rumble.
He took another step forward, his body trembling with fear and anticipation. He could see the cruel smirk on Brittany's massive face, could see the dark, malicious glee in her eyes. He knew he couldn't resist her, knew he couldn't disobey her commands.
As he approached her, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing with sobs. "Please, Brittany," he begged, his voice choked with tears. I can't... I can't take any more."
Brittany sneered, her massive mouth curling into a snarl. She leaned down, her massive face inches from his, her breath hot and fetid. "You think you can't take any more?
You think you've seen the worst of me?" Brittany spat, her voice like thunder. She grabbed Joseph by the scruff of his neck and lifted him effortlessly, his feet dangling above the ground. He whimpered, his body convulsing with sobs as he struggled to find his footing. "You haven't even scratched the surface of my power, worm. You haven't seen the depths of my cruelty. You haven't felt the true weight of my wrath."
She tossed him onto the couch like a rag doll, his body bouncing and settling into the worn cushions.
"You're nothing but a pathetic worm, Joseph. A whimpering, sniveling little maggot. You think you can make me stop? Think again."
Brittany's massive hands reached down and yanked open a drawer on the coffee table. She pulled out a roll of duct tape and a pair of heavy-duty scissors. She slapped the tape against her palm, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. "Time to teach you a lesson, worm."
Joseph's mother, still sitting on the floor, let out a desperate plea, "Brittany, please. He's had enough.
He knows what's coming, and he can't bear to watch any longer. His heart is pounding in his chest, his vision swimming with tears. He wants to look away, to close his eyes and block out the horror unfolding before him, but he can't. He's frozen, paralyzed by the sheer terror of it all.
Bob is lying on the floor, his body contorted in pain as Brittany continues to squeeze his arm. The sound of his bones cracking and popping is like a symphony of agony, each note played with sickening precision.
Joseph watches in horror as Brittany, the Behemoth, wraps duct tape around his mother's wrists, securing them behind her back with a brutal efficiency. She then grabs his father, effortlessly lifting him off the ground and tossing him onto the couch next to Joseph. He lands with a thud, his body convulsing with pain as his arm, now a lifeless, twisted thing, hangs limply at his side.
"Stay still, worm," Brittany growls, her voice a low, menacing rumble. She binds his father's wrists behind his back with the same brutal efficiency she used on his mother.
"You're going to watch this, both of you," Brittany snarls, her voice dripping with malice. "You're going to watch as I teach your little worm the true meaning of pain."
Joseph's mother screams, her voice high and desperate. "No, please! Don't hurt him anymore! He's already been through so much!"
Brittany turns to her, her massive face contorted with rage. "Shut up, old woman," she growls. "You're a nasty little insect, buzzing in my ear.