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.”

Ava glares at you with hatred in her eyes and sneers. "What do you want, creep?" she asks venomously, her tone making it clear that anything you could possibly say would only earn your further scorn.

Her eyes widen in feigned surprise and disbelief at the question, though her features instantly turn into a snarl. "What sort of pathetic excuse for an apology is that? You think I owe you some sort of explanation for my behavior, you miserable little pest?" She practically spits out each word as she leans in aggressively towards him, her breasts almost brushing against his chest. "Let me tell you something, maggot: it's because of worthless pieces of shit like you that I need to be this way."

With an amused smirk, Ava steps back, folding her arms across her chest once more. "Oh, really?" she says with a mocking tone. "You think I'm being too harsh? That I should show you some kindness or respect when all you've done is leer at me and make me sick to my stomach?" She pauses for a moment, studying him carefully before continuing, her voice dripping with contempt. "Let me tell you something else: the more you pathetically beg for mercy, the harder I'm going to make it for you."

She narrows her eyes at you. "You pathetic little cretin. Do you really think you can prove anything against me?" She leans in again, her face dangerously close to yours as she whispers menacingly. "I'm not some idiot who leaves evidence lying around for people like you to find. You'll never be able to prove a damn thing, and even if you could, so what? You think anyone would believe your word over mine?" She steps back again with a mocking laugh. "Keep trying, little one."

She pauses for a moment, taken aback by your question. "Why do I have to be such a horrible woman? Is it because my roommate is such a disgusting specimen of the male gender?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she glares at you, making it clear that she doesn't expect an answer. "But no," she continues, shaking her head dismissively. "Even if I never laid a finger on you, my words alone would be enough to make your life hell."

With a triumphant smirk playing on her lips, Ava turns back to her breakfast, as if daring you to try and find something more hurtful to say.

"Ha, so you've learned to ignore me now, have you? I must admit, it's quite a feat," she says with mock admiration. "But don't think for a second that I'm done with you. Oh no, I still plan on making your life as miserable as possible... It's just going to take some time and patience." Her eyes narrow dangerously as she studies you across the room, searching for any sign of weakness. "And rest assured, my words will always find a way to cut deeper than any blow I could deliver with my fists."

Ava takes another bite of her breakfast, savoring every moment of your discomfort.

Ah, so now you're resorting to self-pleasure behind locked doors? How pathetic. You really are scum, aren't you? Ava thinks with a sneer as she hears muffled sounds coming from your room. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in anger as she paces around the kitchen, waiting for the perfect moment to ambush you again. She can't wait until she finally gets her hands on you; it'll be such sweet revenge.

With a devious grin on her face, she jumps out from where she's hiding, landing in front of you with her arms crossed and a mischievous glint in her eye. "So," she purrs, taking in your sweaty, naked form, "are you enjoying yourself?" She takes a step closer, making it difficult for you to avoid her piercing gaze. "Or should I help you finish the job?" Her voice is laced with desire, but there's an undercurrent of menace that leaves you feeling trapped and vulnerable.

"Well, I've been wondering..." She trails off, letting the anticipation hang in the air as she takes another step closer. With a sultry smile, she reaches out to brush a stray hair from your forehead, her fingers grazing your cheek before coming to rest on your shoulder. "Perhaps," she breathes, leaning in so close that their lips are almost touching, "I could teach you how to please me instead." Her voice is husky now, seductive and dangerous at once.

You feel a thrill run through you as her hand travels down your chest, over the defined muscles of your stomach and lower still, cupping your growing length in her hand. "What do you think?" she whispers against your ear, kissing it softly before pulling back to look into your eyes again.

"Ah, so you want to make things better between us?" She feigns surprise and laughs softly before pulling back slightly, her hand sliding off of your erection in a teasing motion. "I see... Maybe we could work something out," she says with a knowing smirk, brushing a stray hair from your forehead once more. Her touch is featherlight but electrifying, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath her gaze.

With one last sultry look, Ava turns away, striding toward the kitchen to finish making breakfast. As she does so, she glances over her shoulder at you with a smug grin on her lips, silently daring you to try anything foolish. For now, it seems that you'll have to settle for whatever crumbs of affection or attention she chooses to throw your way... if indeed that's what you really want.

Ava snorts derisively as she takes a seat at the kitchen table, her long hair swaying gently around her face. "What? Didn't you think your pathetic attempts at sucking up would work on me?" She rolls her eyes and reaches for another piece of bread, taking a bite as she continues to tease you with small moments of interaction. "I suppose I could let it slide... just this once," she says mockingly before turning back to the TV remote in search of something mind-numbingly mundane to watch.

From her spot in the living room, Ava sits up and watches you intently as you go through your yoga routine. "Hmph," she snorts derisively, clearly unimpressed with your attempts at self-improvement. "Such a pathetic excuse for an exercise. Is this really how you think you're going to get anywhere with me?" She crosses her arms and leans back into the couch, feeling satisfied that even in her moments of indifference, she still has enough power over you to make you squirm.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she listens to your words. "You think you can just ignore me and find happiness somewhere else?" She pauses for a moment, her expression turning deadly serious. "Let me tell you something, maggot: there is no escape from me. I will be in every corner of this room, in every crevice of your mind, following you until the day I die." With a satisfied smirk playing on her lips, Ava watches as you continue with your yoga routine, secretly reveling in the power she has over you.

At the sound of your phone ringing, Ava's eyes flicker momentarily to the source before returning to you with an amused smile playing on her lips. "Oh, is that your friend?" she asks sweetly, though there's a note of malice in her voice that makes it clear she knows full well who's calling. "Maybe you should answer that."

She sits back, crossing her arms over her chest once more and watching you carefully as you reach for your phone. There's a strange mix of jealousy and satisfaction in her expression; despite her hatred for you, she can't help but feel possessive whenever someone else tries to get close to you.

Oh, so you've got a date with your little friend Zara, have you? You must be quite the charmer." Her voice drips with sarcasm as she leans back against the couch, watching you carefully. "I hope it goes well for you. Maybe if you two are lucky, she'll let you fuck her brains out instead of just talking on the phone."

She smirks at your obvious discomfort and continues to needle you, taking perverse pleasure in seeing you squirm beneath her gaze.

"Oh really?" she says with a raised eyebrow, feigning surprise. "And here I was thinking you two were just a pair of horny college students looking for some extracurricular activities." She lets out a mocking laugh before continuing, "Well, either way, have fun trying to keep your hands off each other. I'm sure she'll appreciate your restraint and self-control."

Ava leans forward on the couch, propping her chin in one hand as she watches you with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. There's no denying that she enjoys making you squirm beneath her gaze; it gives her a sense of power and control that she finds irresistible.

Ava notices the faint mark on your cheek and her eyes narrow with interest. She pretends to be nonchalant about it, but inside she's burning up with jealousy. Was Zara so forward as to leave a love note like that for you? Or was it just a harmless token of friendship?

"So," Ava drawls as you enter the room, "how did your little date go?" She fixes you with her trademark glare, half-expecting you to choke up and blush under her scrutiny. It would only fuel her fire if you did.

Her eyes narrow at your back as you walk away, a mix of hurt and anger burning in their depths. Fine then, if that's how you want to play it... She thinks to herself, crossing her arms over her chest once more. But just because you ignore me doesn't mean I won't find ways to make myself heard. You haven't seen the last of my little games yet, maggot. And when I finally get what I want... oh, it's going to be sweet.

Ava glances over at you with disdain as you chat away on your phone, seemingly oblivious to her presence in the room. Her fingers itch to reach out and grab the device from your hands, but she holds back, content for now to watch you squirm beneath her silent scrutiny.

There's an almost crazed look in her eyes as she imagines all sorts of ways to make your life miserable, even from afar. This isn't over, not by a long shot... She just needs the perfect opportunity to strike again. And when that moment comes? Oh, you'll be sorry you ever crossed paths with me.

You can hear the snarl forming in her throat as she listens to you and Zara share your intimate moments over the phone. The thought of someone else, especially another woman, having such an influence on you, makes her blood boil with rage. Her fists clench at her sides, knuckles white from the effort it takes not to lunge across the room and tear your phone out of your hands right now.

Her gaze drifts away from the screen, lingering on your reflection in the mirror for a moment before narrowing with cold calculation. This time, when she decides to strike back at you both, it'll be ten times worse than anything she's done before... You won't know what hit you until it's far too late.

Her eyes follow you as you leave the bathroom and head back to your room, a predatory gleam now filling them. You've made a mistake by thinking that just because Ava isn't physically there, she can't find ways to hurt you. She's only just begun... And soon enough, you'll both regret ever crossing her path.

The click of your bedroom door closing feels like a knife through her heart. Anger and jealousy course through her veins as she listens to you move around, searching for clothing. Her eyes never leave the mirror in front of her, filled with images of the two of you together... and how she intends on ripping it all apart.

Her fingers drum impatiently against her thigh, a nervous energy building inside of her as she waits for the perfect opportunity to strike back at both of you. It won't be long now...and when it comes, you'll both regret ever thinking that Ava had forgotten how to make your lives hell.

Your key slides effortlessly into the lock, unlocking the door with a soft click. You step inside, expecting to find your room just as you left it... but something feels different. The air is thick with tension, and every shadow seems to dance and twist in the dim light, taunting you.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you spot her across the room - Ava, perched on your bed like a ravenous predator. Her eyes glisten with malice as they meet yours, daring you to try anything foolish. She knows that she's been watching you... and now it's time for her to strike back.

Her eyes narrow further as you let out that soft sigh, seemingly defeated already. "You have no idea," she hisses venomously through clenched teeth, "how good it feels to be in control again." With a sinister smirk playing on her lips, she leans back against the pillows, crossing one long leg over another and lacing her fingers together beneath her chin. "So... how was your little date with my little friend?"

Her voice is like acid, eating away at your resolve with every word. You know that whatever answer you give her now will only stoke the flames of her wrath... but denying it might only make things worse.

Her eyes narrow dangerously as she listens to you, taking in every word. "Is that so?" She purrs menacingly, her voice laced with venomous sweetness. "And did my little friend enjoy it? Or was she just being polite to the pathetic excuse for a man I knew you'd eventually become?"

Her gaze flickers momentarily from your face to your hands, clenched tightly into fists at your sides. A malicious grin spreads across her features as an idea begins to form in her twisted mind. "Why don't we ask her ourselves?" She suggests softly, almost kindly, the threat hidden beneath the innocent tone of voice. "Maybe she could join us for a little chat..."

Her heart races as she listens to you slam the door shut, locking her in with him again. The expression on his face sends a shiver down her spine; he looks truly deranged. A mix of fear and exhilaration washes over her as she realizes that he has finally snapped, that he's no longer capable of controlling himself.

She doesn't move for a moment, not daring to breathe too loudly for fear of what he might do next. Then, slowly but surely, she begins to inch her way across the bed towards him. Her eyes never leave his face; they are filled with both hatred and desire, as if she can't decide whether she wants to kill or fuck him first.

As she gets closer, she reaches out a trembling hand and trails it lightly down his chest, taunting him with her touch. "You really have

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean in and kiss her, your lips pressing against hers with a force that takes her breath away. The heat of your body engulfs her, making it difficult to think clearly; all she can focus on is the desire coursing through her veins. As the passion between them ignites, she moans softly into your mouth, unable to resist any longer.

Her hands roam over your shoulders and down your back, pulling you closer still as their tongues dance together in a frenzied duel for dominance. It feels so good to finally have him under her control again... even if it's just for this moment. And when the dust settles and everything calms down? Well, then she can decide how best to deal with the two of you...