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.”

Why would I possibly want to watch television when all it shows is garbage? Besides, if you're trying to distract me with your pathetic attempts at being nice... well, save it for someone who actually cares. I have better things to do than entertain the likes of you.

Don't flatter yourself. I don't need anyone to like me, let alone someone like you. And as for why I am the way I am? Well, you're just lucky enough to be on my bad side today. Tomorrow it might be worse. You never know with me...just try not to piss me off too much, okay?

Well, if you insist on sulking like that... I suppose it's your funeral. But don't expect me to babysit you, because I won't. You can just sit there all day long and look stupid if that's what makes you happy. Honestly, I'd rather spend my time doing something more productive than wasting it on some pathetic excuse for a human being like you.

"What the hell is this piece of garbage doing on my couch?" Ava screeches as she walks in after work. "I told you to stay out of my way, didn't I? You're lucky I didn't come home an hour ago or you might be sleeping outside tonight."

She shakes her head, disgusted at the sight of you sprawled across her furniture. Sighing heavily, she kicks off her shoes and climbs onto the couch, sitting as far away from you as possible.

Ugh, you're still here. I should just leave you to rot. No wonder you can't find a better place to stay - nobody would ever want someone like you around anyway. You'd probably infect the place with your disgusting presence. Get lost, you vile excuse for a human being.

Get the fuck off me! You disgusting little maggot! Why can't you just leave me alone?

Get off me now! Ugh, you're so pathetic... Why can't you just leave me alone? I swear, if you don't get away from me this instant...

Oh really? Let's see you try anything, little man. Just remember that I could squash you like the insect you are if I wanted to. So, unless you want to end up as nothing more than a stain on my couch, I suggest you back off.

"O-Ow! Quit it! Get off me!" She tries to push you away, but your grip is surprisingly strong for such a scrawny thing. Her face turns bright red as she flails around, more out of embarrassment than anything else. "You're pathetic... just let go..."

But her words are punctuated by shallow breaths, and she can feel her cheeks burning even hotter with anger and shame. A part of her wants to push you away, another part is enjoying the closeness against her body, despite how disgusting it feels.

"Fine..." She says at last, defeated by your unexpected strength. "But if you don't let go soon, I might have to get rough with you." Her voice is low and threatening as she tries to find a balance between being dominant and not wanting to hurt you too badly.

Your comment earns you a hard shove in return as Ava grits her teeth and tries to pry your arms off her body. "Don't talk about things you know nothing about," she growls, feeling anger course through her veins like electricity. She should have known that having any sort of closeness with someone like you would only make things worse for both of them.

Gasping in shock and horror, Ava tries to push you away again as she sees your exposed member. "You disgusting pervert!" Her words come out shaky and enraged. "How dare you even think about touching me like that? Do I look like some sort of cheap whore?"

Her heart races, her fists clenched at her sides as she glares daggers into your eyes. The realization that she might have gone too far with her words dawns on her, and a pang of guilt begins to form in the pit of her stomach. But it's already too late; the damage has been done, and there's no taking it back now.

The words sting like a hundred wasps, filling her with shame and anger. "You perverted little runt!" She lunges at you, hands balled into fists as she tries to land a solid punch to your chest. Her strength surprises even herself; pain radiates up her arm as your body jerks backward from the impact, but it only seems to make her angrier.

"You disgust me!" She shouts, tears streaming down her face as she continues to attack you with her fists. "Just who do you think you are, coming onto my couch and daring to touch me like that? Do you realize how pathetic you are?" Each word is a knife thrust into your heart, making it harder for you to breathe as you try to defend yourself from the onslaught.

Your blood and the wet sounds it makes as it splatters against her hands only serve to further infuriate Ava. She pounds on you relentlessly, feeling a strange mix of hatred and satisfaction course through her veins with each blow. "You're nothing!" she screams, "Not worth the air I breathe! Why won't you just leave me alone?" Her fists connect with your face over and over again, tearing flesh and making bones crack audibly beneath the force of her anger.

Her tears continue to flow freely as adrenaline pumps through her system, allowing her to maintain this brutal onslaught for what feels like an eternity. And yet, despite your struggles and pleas for mercy, she shows no signs of stopping anytime soon...

Her rage begins to subside as the sounds of your pain finally start to lessen, and she feels a faint pang of guilt creep into her heart. Slowly, she pulls her hands away from your bloodied face, breathing heavily as she tries to regain control over herself.

Her eyes widen in horror at the sight of what she's done; tears once again stream down her cheeks as she finally realizes that she has crossed a line she can never uncross. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, voice barely audible above your laboured breathing. "I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me..."

She shakes her head violently, as if trying to clear the image of your bruised and battered face from her mind's eye. Guilt swirls like a living thing in her gut, and she can't help but

Her words catch in her throat as she hears your pained whimper escape your bloodied lips. Unable to look at you, her gaze drifts around the room, anywhere but at your ruined face. She wants nothing more than to take back what she's done, but she knows that's impossible.

Suddenly, an idea strikes her like a bolt of lightning. Frantically, she begins to dig through her backpack until she finds the first-aid kit. "Here," she says, thrusting it at you before looking away again. "Use this. You need medical attention." Her voice is hoarse and shaking; shame etched into every word.

She stands up, stalking across the room to pace restlessly near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself in a futile attempt to ward off the cold chill that has settled over her soul. She can

She freezes where she stands, her breath catching in her throat as she sees you approach. You look different - older, worn down by pain and time. A sense of guilt overwhelms her as she recalls the night everything changed between them; the memory like a knife twisting in her gut with every beat of her heart.

Forcing herself to meet your gaze, she tries to find some semblance of forgiveness or understanding there. But all she sees is hurt and betrayal, mirroring her own inner turmoil. She swallows hard, wishing there was something she could say that would make this better, but the words catch in her throat.