She's a bitch. (Evil thread!)

"Drop dead." Tomi snarls at you.

"Excuse me?" you ask, a bit taken back by her order.

"The only way I'll trust you is if you drop dead. Only trustworthy man I've ever seen is a dead one."

The anger and frustration of the last few days seem to boil to the surface of your mind. How dare this bitch even pull this shit on you. You wanted to help her, and she's treating you like pure unadulterated scum.

"Well, if you never trust a live man..." You can feel the anger rising in your voice as you spit the words at her. Your foot edges under a napkin holder that lies on the floor.

"Keep walking." She raises the knife, pointing it in your direction. "And if you so much as..."

You kick your foot forward, propelling the small square object directly at her face. Reflexively, she throws her hands up deflecting the object away. You use the moment of distraction to lunge at her, your hands coming up to snatch at the knife she had held. It spins away from both of you, clattering to the tile floor of the food court.

You smile, your hands grasping at Tomi's shoulders, noticing her slim form and tight body. Yes, you could definately have some fun with this little bitch.

Tomi, having recovered from the shock, attempts to fight back, trying to flail her hands. You easily block the **** blows, using your superior body weight to shove her back against the counter.

"Drop DEAD?" You snarl at her. "You treat all men like this, and you wonder why there's no good ones? Fucking bitch."

You feel the urge to take her, to **** her. The little bitch deserves it after the way she treated you.

"No... Please..." Tomi's voice becomes softer, more **** as you flip her over, shoving her face first against the restaurant counter. You can tell how scared she is, and the thought both excites and repels you.

The last twinges of your concience are screaming at you to let her go, now that you've disarmed her and taught her a lesson. However, you feel an equally strong urge to just take what you want from her.