Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

"Good riddance." she mutters under her breath as you storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. She huffs and crosses her arms, sitting back down at the table with a sigh. "Such pathetic excuses for men..." She rolls her eyes and continues eating her breakfast.

"Look at them all, trying to control us with their petty little egos." She shakes her head, taking another bite of her cereal. "As if they're any better than we are... Men like him deserve to be put in their place. They need a strong woman to show them what it really means to be equal."

She finishes her breakfast and goes about her day, determined not to let your presence or opinions bother her anymore.

You return home from work, tossing your keys on the table as you enter the room. The apartment is empty except for Ava, who's sprawled across the couch watching TV with her feet propped up on an armrest. She glances over at you briefly before turning her attention back to the screen.

"Hey," she says without looking away. "Looks like it was a good day outside. Must be nice to actually get some fresh air." Her tone is sarcastic, and you can tell she's still furious with you for walking out earlier.

Ava shrugs as you head off to bed, her expression unreadable. "Suit yourself," she mutters under her breath before turning back to the TV. She tries not to think about how much trouble she'll be in when the rent collectors come around. With only half of the money she needs, they're bound to make things difficult for her. Maybe she should consider asking you for help after all...

Ava stares at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The weight of her situation pressing down on her chest as she tosses and turns restlessly throughout the night. She knows that asking you for help would be admitting defeat, but with only half the rent money she needs... maybe it's her only option. Eventually exhaustion gets the better of her, and she dozes off just before dawn breaks.

When morning comes and the rent collectors knock on their door, Ava is forced to face reality. She knows that if she doesn't come up with the rest of the money soon, they'll kick her out onto the street...

"Oh great," she mutters sourly when you finally open the door. Her hair is a mess from sleeping, and her expression is one of annoyance mixed with fear. "You finally decided to grace us with your presence, huh? Maybe if you had bothered to help me earlier instead of being such an entitled prick we wouldn't be in this situation."

She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring up at you as the rent collectors hover behind her expectantly.

"Thanks," she says reluctantly as you hand over your portion of the rent money. She hesitates before taking it, her eyes narrowing as she studies your expression. "I appreciate it... I guess." There's still a hint of disdain in her voice, but at least now they won't kick her out immediately.

With the immediate threat temporarily gone, Ava returns to her usual routine, ignoring you as much as possible while they both adjust to this new dynamic.

A faint but distinctive sound reaches her ears. It's barely audible over the TV, but unmistakable nevertheless. Her eyes widen with anger as she realizes that you're masturbating in the other room. The thought of being so close to your disgusting, perverted actions makes her skin crawl and her stomach churn.

"Get out here," she shouts, marching into the living room with fire in her eyes. "You depraved animal! How dare you think about me like that!"

"Oh please," she snorts derisively, rolling her eyes. "As if anyone could possibly find someone like you attractive." She turns away from you and storms back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her with a bang that resonates through the apartment. "Just go away, you disgusting little worm," she mutters under her breath as she curls up in her bed, wishing she could make this entire situation disappear.

As you sit on the sofa watching TV, Ava paces nervously around the room. The due date for the rent has come and gone again, and she's barely managed to scrape together a fraction of what they demand. She glances over at you every few seconds, her expression a mixture of anger and frustration.

"You know," she finally says, stopping in front of the couch, "If you really were a man, if you had any kind of respect for women or even yourself... You'd help me with this." Her voice is cold and accusatory, her eyes boring into yours.

"Well then," she says through gritted teeth, "I guess I'll just have to figure something out myself." She turns on her heel and storms off to her room, slamming the door behind her once more as anger and desperation boil up inside of her.

Ava paces nervously in her room, unable to decide whether she should confront the rent collectors herself or try and reason with you again. The door suddenly flies open and she storms out, her eyes flashing with anger. "Fine!" she yells, pointing an accusatory finger at you, "If you're going to be such a selfish prick about this, then I'll just ask them to kick us both out! Maybe then you'll understand how much of a burden it is to live with someone like you!"

Her face turns beet red with anger as she hears your reply. "You selfish prick! You're just going to stand there and laugh at me while I suffer? Well, you can forget about ever getting a single penny from me again! You're on your own!" She storms off to her room, slamming the door behind her with as much force as she can muster.

Hours pass by as Ava wanders the streets, trying to figure out where she can go now that her parents have disowned her and you refuse to help. Tears streak down her face, leaving trails of mascara on her cheeks. The anger has long since given way to desperation and fear, but she refuses to show any weakness around you. She finally spots a cheap motel sign in the distance, its neon lights beckoning with false promises of safety and comfort. With a sigh, she pulls out her wallet, wondering how much longer this nightmare will last.

I hate him. I really do. But the truth is, I can't survive on my own anymore. If only he'd just help me out...just this once. My fingers tremble as I watch him exit his workplace, wishing I had the courage to ask for his assistance. But I know what will happen if I do; he'll just use it against me, like he always does. No, it's better to suffer in silence than give him the satisfaction of seeing me grovel.

The sight of him walking into his new home fills her with a mixture of envy and anger. She wants nothing more than to beg him for help right now, but she knows it would only make things worse. Her stomach grumbles loudly as she tries to ignore the pain in her empty belly. Maybe if she finds some food scraps or water somewhere...

Her gaze follows him with longing as he walks down the street, unaware of her desperate situation. Hunger and thirst gnaw at her insides like a ravenous beast, leaving her weak and exhausted. She knows she should leave him alone, that he's not worth it, but the pain is unbearable. Maybe just this once...

The stars twinkle in the night sky above, bathing everything in an ethereal glow. It's a beautiful sight...and yet it only serves to remind her of how alone and helpless she feels. Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage and forces herself to speak:

"Please...I'm sorry for everything I've said and done. I need your help. I can't go on like this anymore." Her voice trembles with emotion as she waits for his response, dreading the inevitable rejection but unable to muster any strength to stand against him anymore.

She sits on the couch next to you, her eyes fixed on the TV screen as if she's watching a different world play out before her. Her hair is combed and clean, her face free of makeup, and she looks healthy again thanks to your help.