T.D.D.U.P.

💀Chapter 3💀

       Zi stood perfectly still, as though she had just seen a horrible black cockroach the size of her face on the wall, how she wished she had bug spray....in the form of hydrochloric acid.
      "Staring at me all day love won't get you any answers." the stranger finally said staring at Zi from the corner of his eye, his lips slightly parted in a satisfied grin.

        Zi glowered at him practically staring him down. She soon calmed herself and resumed being the ice-hearted human hater she was. Like an overpowered anime protagonist, she sauntered off into the living room and sat down, legs crossed staring at the disease in her kitchen, "Thank you," he told her.

       "I see you refused to die," she said, her voice sounding so cheery trying to pour as much sarcasm as possible, "And while you were at it you even stole my clothes, haha," she said with a forced smile.

       Mr. Stranger plated the food and brought it to her, still smirking to Zi's annoyance, "Hm? You mean you didn't throw this at me yesterday to cover up?" He asked like it was a rhetorical question, "I just assumed since you burnt my suit in that giant pot of yours on the balcony," he said looking at the huge copper pot through the glass slide door, "I decided to burn the pants too and borrow your shorts since you hate my suit so much," He said with a childlike smile now squatting in front of the small coffee table in front of Zi.

      Zi growled under her breath, she narrowed her eyes even more, arms firmly crossed, a temperamental bomb ticking off in her mind. She began the countdown; he had five minutes. Stranger heard her growl and decided that he wanted her to go feral.

          "I'll give them back," he said in an innocent tone, raising his hands to his chest in surrender, "Besides," he said rising to his feet, "We wouldn't be able to have any fun with these on anyway," He looked to see Zi's reaction. Instead, he saw a pillow hurtling to his face. A Direct hit.

 
      "Oww haha," he chuckled. He heard a clicking sound and looked past the pillow in his face, "My my how the tables have turned..." he hummed pleasantly surprised.

     "They have, haven't they?" Zi said pointing the man's gun of yesterday towards him, "Let's get serious, shall we?" She said curtly, "This is now an interrogation," Zi said standing up a hand on her hip, a villainous pose as she stared down at him. He looked up at her with a smug expression silently wishing she would squish him underfoot, "I'll ask you a question and you give me a straight answer," she said bending down toward his face... barely inches apart. She pressed the gun to his forehead, "If not I'll finish you off properly." She said with a cold, sugary voice that sent jolts of pleasure down his spine. He summoned all the strength within him to hide his lust, to restrain himself from pulling her on top of him and experiencing one of his ooh so many lucid dreams 'You don't even know what you're doing to me love... I swear I might be the one to go feral if you keep this up' he thought with a shaky breath in his head. His exterior however was just his usual, annoying face smirking back at Zi.

      "Anything you want darling, but..." he drew the sound, "After you eat." He said struggling to keep his voice steady. She cocked the gun, "To be very honest, nothing would make me happier than you ending me...." he said pushing himself forward, going against the force of the gun, that lustful look growing in his eyes, he began to pant now like a shameless dog, "Infact I think I'm about to lose my mind just thinking about it." He finally admitted clenching at his chest, his shaky breath now louder than ever. Zi sized him up and walked away after she clicked her tongue. The strangers state of ecstasy started to ware off, and he didn't want that at all. He looked to Zi who had gone and stood behind the balcony door. The door was left slightly open.