She Wins

“You’re correct. But now that you are here, I don not want you to leave.” The girl got off her bed and stalked cat-like towards Tim. She placed her hands on her hips and looked him up and down for a moment. “Sit down!” she commanded, her voice suddenly sharp.

“What?” asked Tim, confused by the unpredicted change.

The hand came out of nowhere, smacking him across the face.

“When I say ‘sit down’, you had better sit down!”

Tim sat down. The girl went over to the dog and scratched it behind the ears. It whimpered a little and tilted its head towards her hand.

“What’s your name?” Tim asked.

“Never you mind.” The girl answered savagely as she began to undo the dog’s collar.
“You really shouldn’t do that,” cautioned Tim, “That dog nearly attacked me when I tried to open the door.”

“Exactly, and, if you do not do precisely as I say, this dog is going to attack you for real.” When she had finished undoing the dog’s collar the girl stood and turned to face Tim once again.