"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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I look out of the window and sigh depressingly as I climb down from my day dreaming cloud.
Kissing him then running away with his clothes seems like a daring boss card I could only pull off in my fantasy.
Because in reality, this hulk of a man would grab my neck and choke slam me into a comatose state, long before my lips could touch his, and my so called brave stunt would be cut short into an urgent ambulance ride.
I need to leave this place. This AI jail, which seems like he has specifically designed to hold me captive in it.
There are no opening windows to open, no curtains to draw, and no flower pots in sight. Everything opens and locks on his command while his cameras constantly observe me 24x7.
I feel like a lab rat in this house.
I don't think I can survive any more day here. I need to find a dress for myself by tomorrow, or I'll go insane.
Hell! I need to find one right now before he comes and swipes away even the carpets from the floor.
Instantly, I get on my mission to expedition!
The sting in my hand fades to a pulsating ache while I post-mortem his house corner-by-corner.
The drawing room, dinning room, living room are all as bare as Kardashian's swimming costume.
I rummage through all the drawers of the kitchen to look for another apron or a piece of cloth to shield my dignity for tomorrow. But that fucking AI monster has hid everything.
He even took away the aluminum foil and other plastic wraps thinking I would make a dress out of them.
Erhhh!
I frantically run through the house in a desperate hunt for any piece of cloth. The guest washroom has been emptied, leaving only shampoo bottles and rubber ducks on display.
Gosh, I hate him more than Dolores Umbridge, that pink obsessed witch from Hogwarts. At least she was predictable that she is evil, but here this brute keeps on changing from a love-map to a venus flytrap.
But I won't back down by his slutty tricks. If he is bad, then I am his grand-dad.
I retreat to the kitchen and open the fridge, only to be greeted by bunch of vegetables staring back at me. There isn't even a single lettuce leaf to help me cover up my assets for tomorrow.
This motherfucker!
Trying to find a cloth in his house is like trying to put back milk inside a cow. Which is hopeless to useless.
'If you didn't find any clothes for tomorrow, then I won't let you rest or close your legs all day.'
His threat randomly pops up in my head. Instantly, my chest rises and falls at an alarming speed as I realize today is Friday. Which means tomorrow is Saturday, and a day off for the barbaric king.
