Prologue

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"Put the pan down Rapunzel."

he said sarcastically, as I kept my grip on it tight, eyeing the stranger who was casually lounging on my couch, not even bothering to look up from the episode of Orange is the New black he was currently indulging in.

"Wh-who are you, and what the fuck are you doing on my couch?" I shakily asked, still staring him down.

"I'm your guest for the night, and terrible service if I must say so myself." He stated nonchalantly, as he walked over to my fridge reaching for my last Capri Sun.
I stealthily creeped up on him, as I raised my pan to hit him. Just before it made contact with his head, he whipped around and grabbed my hand, chuckling darkly in the process.

"Not a good idea, Sweetheart. I'll be crashing here for a few nights, so you've got less than that to get used to me."
I gulped loud enough for my whole apartment building to hear as he slowly let go of my hand, staring me straight in the eyes.
   He then happily proceeded to walk back over to my couch, slurping on my CapriSun as if nothing ever happened. I closed my eyes praying to God for strength to talk to him.

"You won't be staying here for free. What's in it for me?" I questioned unsteadily as the brooding stranger paused the television.

"I noticed you're scarce on food, so I'll be willing to buy you some as payment."

Instantly, my eyes lit up as I heard the words 'food'  and 'buy' in the same sentence.
  "Roomie it is then! Hope your enjoying your stay! My name's Victoria, what's yours?!" I squealed creepily, already envisioning a full fridge and sighing with delight.

For the first time since I saw him on my couch, the man looked up at me, seemingly contemplating something.
  "Two. My names Two, and no, I'm not enjoying my stay at all."

Well then. A few days with this sourpuss. What could go wrong?

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