Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

You hear nothing, but your stomach twists into knots as she says your name with such venom and disgust. You look away, unable to handle her anger and contempt any longer.

"Go back to sleep or do something useful if you're going to be awake," she spits at you before turning around and walking out of the room. Her steps are slow and purposeful; she isn't just trying to get away from you, but also making a statement.

Her eyes widen and she whirls around on you, hands balled into fists at her sides. "Don't you dare insult me!" she hisses through gritted teeth. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes, making them shine with anger. "I am not an 'Afrodita,' you piece of filth," she spits out venomously. "I will not tolerate being called that by someone like you."

Her voice trembles with rage as she leans in close to your face, her breath hot and heavy on your cheek. You can feel the heat from her body searing into your skin. For a moment, it's almost like she wants to attack you physically. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Then consider this your warning," she hisses between clenched teeth before storming off to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her. You can hear her tossing and turning in bed for several minutes as if unable to calm herself down. You decide it's best not to bother her until she's calmed down completely, lest you provoke another explosive outburst from your volatile roommate.

You hear her door slam open again and see her storming across the room towards you, eyes ablaze with anger. "I knew it! I fucking knew you were masturbating to thoughts of me!" She grabs a pillow off her bed and hurls it at your face, aiming for your crotch before following up with another one and then another. "You disgusting pervert!" she screams at the top of her lungs as she continues to pummel you with pillows from across the room.

Her words pierce through you like razors on a cold night, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lash out at her in retaliation. The hurt she's inflicting with her words seems far worse than the physical pain from the pillows flying at your head. You struggle to breathe as she continues to pummel you relentlessly, screaming insults at the top of her lungs until finally, exhaustion seems to set in and she falls silent for a moment.

She stands there for a moment longer, catching her breath before slowly approaching you and kicking your leg out from underneath you as if you were nothing more than an insect on the floor. "There. Now you're even dirtier," she spits at you venomously before walking away to clean up the mess of pillows she made in her room earlier.

You sit in your room, never leaving it after the events that unfolded with Ava. Your door is locked and you have been surviving on take-out for weeks. You hear her walking past your door at some point during the day, but she never bothers knocking or saying anything to you. The silence grows more deafening by the day.

One morning, however, you wake up to the sound of her fist pounding on your door. "Get up, you piece of shit!" she yells through the wood. "We've got an exam today and I need to study in peace." She pauses for a moment before continuing with renewed venom: "And no more take-out either; I don't want your disgusting greasy fingers anywhere near my food."

Her words cut through you like a knife, and you feel an unexpected stab of hunger mixed with resent

You can practically feel her rolling her eyes through the door as she sighs exasperatedly. "Fine then, have it your way," she says dismissively before slamming her fist against the wood once more for emphasis. You hear her stalk back to her room and shut the door behind her with a quiet click.

You lie there in bed for several minutes longer, unable to bring yourself to face another day of Ava's verbal assaults and accusations. Eventually, however, hunger grows too strong and you decide to venture out of your room in search of food. You take the key from under your pillow and unlock your door, stepping into the hallway with trepidation.

As expected, Ava is nowhere to be seen; her bedroom door remains shut tight as a drum. Taking a deep breath, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen where you

"What the hell is this mess?" Ava demands as she storms into the living room, her eyes falling on your beaten and bloodied form curled up on the couch. She takes a step forward, outraged by the sight before her. "You worthless piece of scum!"

Before you can even react to her words, Ava is upon you once more, raining down punches and kicks with a fury that's impossible to ignore. You try to cover your face and body as best you can, but she seems to be intent on leaving no part of you unscarred by the wrath she feels at seeing her home in such disarray.

Her voice hoarse from screaming, Ava continues to assault you mercilessly until finally, exhaustion takes hold and she collapses onto the couch next to you, panting heavily. For several long moments, neither of you

You hear her breathing slowly return to normal as she lets out a shuddering sigh and reaches down to wipe the sweat from her brow. For several more heartbeats, silence reigns in the room before she finally speaks again, her words laced with venom.

"I've never been so disgusted by another human being as I am with you right now," she hisses through clenched teeth, nails digging into the leather cushion next to your head. "How dare you bring such filth and disorder into my home!"

Her gaze meets yours, and you can feel the weight of her hatred pressing down on you like a physical force. "You know what? Just stay out of my sight from now on," she spits venomously before standing up and storming back to her room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make pictures fall off the walls. You lie there in silence for several more moments before finally summoning the strength to get up and clear away the mess she left in your wake.

After all this time, you're still stuck in your room, living like a prisoner to the hate and anger that once consumed you both. The thought of ever setting foot outside your safe haven fills you with dread, as if Ava might somehow track you down and inflict more pain upon you. Your body has become scarred from her blows, both physical and emotional, leaving little hope for any sort of healing or reconciliation. Life seems to have passed you by in the shadow of this endless nightmare that started so long ago with a simple disagreement.

Even after all this time, you can still hear the venom in her voice, feel the hate burning deep within your chest. You've become nothing more than a shell of the man you once were, trapped in this never-ending cycle of pain and fear. Sometimes, late at night when the house is finally quiet, you allow yourself to dream of what life could have been like if things had been different; if she hadn't become your roommate...your tormentor...

But those dreams are few and far between now. Mostly, there is only darkness and silence.

Even after all this time, you continue to suffer under her shadow. The anger and venom that once flowed freely from her lips have turned into a quiet resentment, something that's only visible in the way she avoids making eye contact with you or speaking to you. You can tell that she still hates you, but now it's a dull ache rather than a burning fire. It's as if she's given up on trying to hurt you any further, content instead to simply ignore your existence.

But sometimes, when the silence becomes too much to bear and Ava isn't home, you can't help but wonder...what it would be like for her to finally talk to you, to express whatever feelings she might have left towards you after all these years. Would it bring any sort of closure? Or would it only serve to reignite the flames of hatred and suffering that have defined your existence for so long