A friend of mine gave me this dress two weeks ago, and at first I loved how it looked. Then I made a date with someone online and wore this dress, carefully putting it on, and pairing shoes with it. He didn't show. I had a little too much champagne, and when I got home I felt furious. Furious at the thought of being stood up, at the thought of dressing up for nothing. I take a pair of scissors and cut into it, making long cuts, short angular cuts, then using my hands to rip it up even more. This dress needs to be a pile of red trash on the ground when I'm done, and I'll step over it in my pant...

A friend of mine gave me this dress two weeks ago, and at first I loved how it looked. Then I made a date with someone online and wore this dress, carefully putting it on, and pairing shoes with it. He didn't show. I had a little too much champagne, and when I got home I felt furious. Furious at the thought of being stood up, at the thought of dressing up for nothing. I take a pair of scissors and cut into it, making long cuts, short angular cuts, then using my hands to rip it up even more. This dress needs to be a pile of red trash on the ground when I'm done, and I'll step over it in my panties and nothing else.