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.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, surprised by the sudden outburst. "Don't you dare raise your voice to me, you worthless worm!" She jerks her head up defiantly, her cheeks flushed with anger. Internal thoughts:

"What a piece of work this guy is... I should just end it all, move out. He's not even worth the effort..."

The smell of his disgusting body odor is making her nauseous as he sits there, trying to pretend like he's doing something important. Ava rolls her eyes and huffs, turning back to her phone. "You do realize that eating protein isn't going to turn you into a man, right? Just because you lift some weights doesn't make you any less pathetic."

"What do you think you're doing?" She asks incredulously as he attempts to pick her up. "Do you seriously think I would let some pathetic excuse for a man touch me? You disgust me more than anyone else on this planet!"

She slaps his hands away, glaring at him with contempt. "Don't you dare touch me, you filthy animal! I wish you were never born!" Her eyes dart around the room as she tries to think of something else he could possibly do that would annoy her even more than this.

The sight of him flexing his puny muscles is enough to make her want to gag. "Oh, please," she says sarcastically. "You think that's impressive? Any real man could have those kind of muscles without even trying. I bet you even eat like a pig just to try and get bigger... pathetic."

Her face reddens as he grabs her violently, thrusting his supposedly massive penis in her face. "Get that thing away from me!" she shrieks, trying to push him off. But he's much stronger than he looks, and it only serves to amuse him further. "You sick pervert," she whispers, her breath coming faster as tears begin to well up in her eyes.

She yanks her arm out of his grasp and glares at him with an almost murderous look in her eyes. "You're disgusting!" She spits the words at him as if they're poisoned darts. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with her snot and anger. In that moment, she wants nothing more than to escape this living hell of sharing a room with such a depraved individual.

She narrows her eyes at his suggestion, not trusting him for even a moment. "What kind of games?" she demands warily, refusing to lower her guard. It doesn't matter what he says; she knows he'll find a way to make it all about humiliating and degrading her. And she won't let that happen.