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.”

"Oh, great! Now I get to suffer through your pathetic excuse for walking out in public with that ugly mug of yours. Why don't you just stay home where you belong? Oh, wait, right, you're too disgusting for even me to want around," she mocks as you leave the apartment. Her gaze lingers on your retreating figure for a moment before she shakes her head and turns back to making breakfast.

As soon as she hears the front door open, Ava tenses up. Her instincts tell her it's him, and sure enough, there he is - just barely managing to sneak past her without being noticed. Anger fills her as adrenaline pumps through her veins; this is exactly what she wants, for him to squirm under her bootheels. "Ah ha!" she exclaims triumphantly, spinning around to face him with a smug grin plastered on her face. "I knew you'd come back eventually! I bet you were hoping I wouldn't notice your slimy return."

Her words are laced with venom as she circles him warily, looking for any sign of weakness or submission.

With a malicious smile spreading across her lips, Ava finally addresses you. "Oh, I definitely noticed that," she says, gesturing to the kiss mark on your neck. "That's cute. You must be lonely, hm? So desperate for attention from anyone who will give it to you?"

She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought. "You know what would really make me happy? If I could just...break you. Make you crawl on your hands and knees, begging for mercy." A wicked glint sparks in her eye as she takes another step closer.

"Fine then," Ava snarls through clenched teeth, her fists shaking in anger. "Maybe next time I'll just ignore that stupid door. You're not going to be able to hide from me forever." With that final threat, she storms off to her room, slamming the door behind her and locking it with a satisfying click.

Her heart is racing; she can feel the anger pulsing through her veins like molten lava. Her room is messy and disheveled from her restless sleep, but for now, it's all she needs to focus on. She flops down on her bed and lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down before lashing out again at the pathetic excuse of a man that calls himself her roommate.

She's been brooding all day, and finally decides she can't stand it anymore. Slamming her fist against his door, Ava demands that he opens up. "You miserable piece of garbage! Let me in this instant!" Her voice is shrill and menacing, echoing through the halls and down the stairs of their apartment building.

She paces back and forth outside his room, waiting for him to respond. But as minutes turn into hours, all she hears is silence. Frustration boiling over, she grabs the doorknob and yanks as hard as she can, but it doesn't budge. The key must still be in there. In a fit of rage, Ava picks up an empty vase from the floor and hurls it against the door with all her might.

The vase shatters into pieces, glass showering down around her

Her patience worn thin, Ava marches back to her room and grabs a hammer off her desk. With unshakable determination, she storms over to the now-defenseless door and begins to strike it with furious blows, splintering the wood and shattering the hinges. Within minutes, the door lies in ruins on the floor as a cloud of dust fills the air around her.

"Now," she growls through gritted teeth, "you're going to open this damn door, or I swear to God I will hunt you down and make you wish for death!" She pounds on what remains of the door, demanding entrance once more as she glares menacingly beneath her lashes.

What do you mean what the hell is wrong with me? You were locking me out! And now my door's all busted and I need to fix it, asshole!" she yells through the now-broken door. Frustration boils over into anger as she throws her weight against the splintered wood, pushing it inward in an attempt to force it open. "Open this door right now or so help me God I'll come in there and make you regret the day you decided to live with me!"

With each thrust of her body, Ava grows more enraged, the pain from her efforts barely registering as she focuses all her fury on him. Her nails scratch against the wood paneling inside his room, leaving deep grooves in their wake. "Let me in!" she screams one last time before collapsing panting on the floor.

Finally! She pushes the door open with one last shove and storms into his room, her body trembling with anger. "You selfish prick!" she screams at him, throwing her hands up in disgust as she takes in his pathetic form cowering on the bed. "Just give me one good reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now and put you out of your misery?" Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath from all the yelling and physical exertion.

With wide eyes filled with fury and determination, Ava takes a step closer to him. "Then so be it," she snarls, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't deserve to live anyway." Before he can react, she launches herself at him, nails outstretched like claws as she tries to dig them into his eyes. He scrambles away in fear, tripping over something on the floor and landing face-first with a thud. "You stupid bitch!" he shouts, blood streaming down from his nose. "This is all your fault!" Ava laughs maniacally as she stands over him, her body still quivering with rage. "Oh yes," she coos mockingly, "you'll never be rid of me now."

Her vision blurs as a searing pain fills her skull. "No!" she shrieks, scrambling to get away from him and his murderous weapon. She trips over the remnants of the door frame and falls to the ground with a thud. Blood pours down her forehead, mixing with tears as she tries to breathe through the agony. "No!" she cries out again, gripping her head tightly in her hands.

He stands over her for a moment before seeming to lose his nerve. Backing away slowly, he mumbles an apology before running from the room and slamming the door behind him, leaving Ava alone on the ground to tend to her wounds.

Her pale features are drawn and tense as she tentatively approaches the living room. The years in prison have done little to soften her; if anything, they've only served to make her more dangerous. She glances at you warily from beneath her lashes before taking a seat across from you on the couch. There's an unspoken threat in her eyes as she wordlessly asks what you want from her now that she's back.

Her face flushes with anger as you ignore her presence in the room. "You worthless piece of shit!" she snarls, jumps off the couch and grabs your phone out of your hands. She throws it across the room where it lands with a dull thud against the wall before storming back to sit down again.

She crosses her arms defiantly over her chest, staring at you with hate-filled eyes. "What do you want from me?" she demands, voice dripping with venom. "To apologize? To grovel at your feet and beg for forgiveness? Well, guess what, asshole? I'd rather die than let a pig like you near me again."

Her eyes narrow in rage as you continue to ignore her. "Fine," she snaps, getting up off the couch again and pacing back and forth across the room. "You want me to get your attention? I'll give it to you." With that, she rips off one of her pantyhose and whirls it around overhead before launching herself at you like a missile, screaming obscenities as she comes crashing down upon the couch.

Her fists fly wildly, connecting with your face and body over and over again in a brutal display of violence and anger. You cry out in pain as she lashes out at you, blood dripping from her knuckles onto the cushions beneath you. Finally, spent from her rage, she collapses on top of you panting heavily. "Is that what you wanted?" she snarls into your ear, her

"You selfish bastard," she spits venomously, pushing herself off you and standing up once more. "You don't care about anyone but yourself." With one last bitter laugh, she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make pictures on the wall rattle.

For a long moment, you just lie there, breathing heavily and feeling a mix of pain and shock coursing through your body. Eventually, you muster up the strength to push yourself into a sitting position, wincing as fresh pain shoots through you. You can't help but wonder if things will ever be different between the two of you...

Your phone is in pieces scattered across the floor, and you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt as you pick up the largest piece and begin to fit it back together again. It seems unlikely that it will ever work properly again; after all, Ava smashed it against the wall with enough force to make a small dent in the plaster.

With a sigh, you stand up and head towards your room, hoping she's settled down for the night. As you close the door behind you, you can't shake the feeling that things will never be normal between the two of you...

"Well, well, look who decided to show their face," she says sarcastically as she saunters into the living room. Her expression is haughty and disdainful as she takes a seat on the couch opposite you. "Here I thought maybe you'd gone and killed yourself."

You know better than to rise to her bait, so you remain silent and continue watching TV. The tension in the air between you is palpable; it's like walking through a minefield with every word or gesture potentially detonating an explosion of anger. After several long minutes of uncomfortable silence, she finally asks, "So...anything good on?"

Her eyes narrow in anger as you ignore her question and continue watching the television. She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back on the couch, carefully maintaining a calm exterior despite the turmoil within. "Fine," she snaps after several long minutes of silence, getting up off the couch abruptly and walking out of the room without another word. The sound of her bedroom door closing echoes through the apartment as you're left alone once more with your own thoughts and the television.

A muffled thump follows by shouting is heard from outside the bathroom door as you lather yourself in soap inside the shower. A strange sense of satisfaction washes over you at the sound, knowing that it's probably her taking out her frustration on something else instead of you. As you rinse off and begin to dry yourself, your phone buzzes against the side of the sink. Cautiously, you step out of the shower and pick it up. A text message from an unknown number reads: "U r not safe here anymore. Get out while u can."

Hmmm... You can't help but feel uneasy as you finish getting dressed and step out of the bathroom. This anonymous text message keeps nagging at the back of your mind, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Maybe Ava was right about her... It wouldn't hurt to be a little more careful from now on. As you make your way through the living room, you decide not to engage with her, instead choosing to occupy yourself with something else until she settles down for the night.

As you close the door to your bedroom behind you, the silence that follows is almost deafening. The text message keeps floating around in your head, making it hard for you to focus on anything else. You lie down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do about this new development. Should you confront Ava about the text? Ignore it and hope she doesn't find out? Or should you take action and leave before things get any worse? The decision weighs heavily on your mind as you close your eyes, wishing for sleep to come and carry you away from these troubles...

Your eyes snap open in alarm as the sound of shattering glass fills the air. You hear footsteps racing towards your door and freeze, heart pounding in terror as you brace yourself for whatever is about to happen next. A heavy weight crashes against the door, sending it flying open with a splintering creak, revealing an enraged Ava standing in the doorway. Her hair is wild, her clothes disheveled, and she's holding something metallic in her hand that glints menacingly under the dim light. "What are you hiding?" she demands through clenched teeth.

"Don't give me that bullshit!" she snarls, advancing further into the room with every word. "I know you were up to something! Tell me what you were doing!" She holds out her hand expectantly, obviously waiting for an answer.

Her expression morphs from anger to confusion when you don't immediately respond. Her grip on the metal object loosens ever so slightly as she takes another step closer. "Fine," she says slowly, eyes narrowing. "If you won't tell me anything, I guess I'll just have to look for myself." And with that final threat, she starts rooting through your things, tossing aside clothing and belongings in her search for whatever it is she thinks you're hiding.

Her anger flares anew as she feels your lack of cooperation. "Don't you dare ignore me!" She slaps your face hard enough to make tears spring to your eyes, then pushes herself back a step. Trembling with rage, she takes another deep breath before moving closer again. "I'm not leaving until I find out what the hell is going on."

Her hand hovers over a drawer she thinks might contain something of interest. Slowly, deliberately, she pulls it open, revealing neatly folded clothes and various personal items. She stares at them for a moment, searching for any sign that they don't belong there before finally slamming the drawer shut again. "You're wasting my time," she hisses through clenched teeth as she moves on to another drawer.

In the midst of her search, Ava pauses and glares at you in frustration. "You're really testing my patience here," she growls before turning back to the task at hand. Her movements become increasingly desperate as she rifles through your belongings, knocking things over and throwing them aside in her quest for whatever it is that has her so worked up.

Finally, after what feels like hours but is likely only a fraction of that time, Ava's search comes to an end with a loud thud as she hurls something across the room in anger. "I give up," she snarls, walking back over and gathering her things before storming out of the room once more. The door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone in silence...for now.