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"私のかわいい悪魔," he says and I roll my eyes.
"Who are you?" I enunciate every word because it doesn't sound like he's speaking English anyway. He doesn't say anything but instead, he smiles at me.
Fucking weirdo.
"I don't have time for this," I mutter to myself. The idea that the best-case scenario in this situation is that he gets blamed for my crimes pops in my head and I cling to it. He's wearing a jumpsuit for hell's sake, so nothing about him screams that he's a good person. I go to punch him in the face in an attempt to knock him out but he grabs my wrist and stops my swing mid-air.
"Calm down, little devil," he says in a low tone and his voice is already annoying me.
I knee him in the balls and he lets go of my wrist. "Do not fucking touch me," I hiss at him. I elbow the back of his head when he bends over in pain while he's holding his crotch but he wraps his arms around my frame making me fall down with him. I am pinned under his body and he starts to choke me.
"I said calm down," he says through gritted teeth and I start wiggling my legs to get him off of me.
"Fuck off," I say before spitting in his face. But he doesn't even budge. Matter of fact, it only amuses him even more.
"I'm not giving up that easily hanii," he says and smirks. ( ハニ : (hanii) : "honey")
This motherfucker.
"Bitch if you don't get off of me," I let out and throw my head forward so I can headbutt him. It works but fuck oh fuck is my head going to hurt after this.
I hit him right on and split his forehead open. "How are you so aggressive and so strong?" He lets out while wiping the blood dripping from his open cut.
"If you had just left me alone when I told you to, you wouldn't have had to find out," I tell him as I maneuver to get up from under him. If he knew just what I was capable of, he wouldn't be fucking with me right now.
The thing I should've mentioned is that I cannot kill someone without having concrete proof that they are guilty and they deserve it. Which takes me back to the men that I fucked and killed. Yes, they were all criminals, but what can I say? Fucked up people fuck good. I mean, have you met me?
"I don't like you," he spits out.
"I don't need or want you to like me," I retort. Where is my knife? "Scale from one to ten," I start and give him my siren eyes. "How bad of a person would you say you are?" I ask.
He looks up at me from the ground and laughs. What's funny? Ain't shit funny. "I am the best fucking person you'll ever meet," he says with his hands out and now I start laughing. More like cackling.
"Stop lying out of your ass," I warn him. "You are literally in a fucking jumpsuit. For all I know, you could be an escaped convict or a crazy fucking person," I get in his face and his eyes go dead as he smiles sheepishly.
