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"Wait no stop, what did I do wrong?"

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"Wait no stop, what did I do wrong?"

"You know exactly what you did wrong!" I yelled back, stomping on the ground. As much as I'd hate to admit it, his steps were heavier than mine, and the small rocks that were bouncing on the ground were proof of that.

"Look, I'm sorry I threw your virtual box across the room. I just heard yelling and screaming, and thought that there were people here!" He tried to justify, but it just made me more furious.

How is a girl supposed to survive without her phone?

"Please shut up," I muttered, slowing down and rubbing my temples while closing my eyes. "I can't even hear myself losing the will to live."

A whine like sound escaped his throat, and I rolled my eyes heavenwards. Opening my eyes, I realized that he was in front of me. Looking up at him with a nonchalant face, I was about to sidestep him when he said, "Let me make it up to you. Just follow me."

He turned to walk away, expecting me to follow. Like the petty child that I am, I stood there for a while, with my arms crossed, before I realized that my curiosity was going to kill me if I don't follow him.

As I started to walk behind him like a lost puppy, which I was, I started thinking about whether he'd kill me or not. This does seem like the perfect place to kill someone; no one around, so many sharp twigs to poke their eyes out, burying them under the ground alive, etc.

With all of these depraved scenarios entering my mind, I started picking up a few rocks discreetly. Groaning silently, I started to think of a suitable place to put the rocks, considering women's clothing have no pockets! Who even comes up with these ideas? They deserve to be fired.

"I'm not going to kill you." A voice chuckled and I froze in my spot. Sheepishly folding my hands behind my back to hide them from his amusement filled eyes, I muttered 'jerk' underneath my breath.

"I heard that!" He said in a sing-song to piss me off even more.

"You were supposed to!" I snapped, dropping all the rocks at the ground.

"Anyways, close your eyes," he said, and I raised my brows at him.

"Why? Are you going to kill me now?"

"Thea, if I wanted to kill you, I would've definitely done that by now. And with how much you're annoying me by asking that again and again, I'm starting to contemplate whether I should now."

"Please do, I want to go to hell and ask Satan what he was thinking sending his substitute to Earth."

His face visibly paled, and I could see the nervousness clouding his eyes. "That's a joke, right?"

I chuckled, putting my palms on my eyes and shutting them like he asked. I heard him inhale shakily, before I felt a large paw on my back, pushing me forward.

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