The pretty little liar is trapped in a cage, desolate yet defiant and unable to admit that this is a situation of her own making. She has erected those bars herself with her unique blend of truth and fiction, twisting of events and outright nasty lies.
It is such a satisfying sight to see her suffer – an intense perverse pleasure – seeing her squirm, seeing her burn, since her pants are now really, actually on fire.
She’s only got what she deserves: little white lies and tall tales are poles apart from artful deception – and are born from very different intentions. The pretty little liar’s raison d’être is purposeful deceit – a frankly repellent thing – hence I wouldn’t lift a finger to rescue her and end her current torment.
Pretty little liars reap what they sow: misery and sorrow – so they have nobody but themselves to blame for their woes.
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