Chris leaves the plate and plays with the phone

Daniel comes back from his room empty-handed. He never had any intention of grabbing anything. After all, he wasn’t going to do the assignment, he had already invited a soon-to-be **** to do it for him to his house. He sees the plate is still on the table. He’s getting angrier every second he’s still seeing the plate on the table, and it’s showing on his face.

Chris was just playing on his phone, thinking: “Who does he think he is to make me take his dirty plate to his sink, when I’m a guest in his house?”. He’s just staring down at his phone with a bit of an angry face, without saying a word. Suddenly, Daniel’s hand appears on his vision and takes his phone out of his hand.

Before he could look up, he heard a loud banging noise. His phone shattered into many pieces, and Chris’ face of unbelief was clear as day when he saw Daniel had thrown his phone to the floor.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK?!”, Chris screamed at the top of his lungs.

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU. TAKE. MY. PLATE. TO. THE. SINK”, Daniel screamed back, throwing also a hard slap on the mix. Daniel didn’t like disobedient slaves, and he had to make sure Chris was an obedient one.

Chris falls to the floor, bleeding a bit from the nose after the hard slap: “D-DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU’RE MENTAL!”.

Daniel puts his foot on top of the chest to stop him from moving, putting most of his weight on it. He wasn’t wearing anything on his feet, so the many days old stink of his feet was apparent to Chris’ nose, who was having trouble breathing due to Daniel’s weight and the **** odour.

Chris was realising why people were whispering when he got close to this guy. They all knew what he’s capable of and what he’s like, that’s why everyone avoids him, but it was too late for him, he had already entered his house.

“YOU WILL DO AS YOU’RE TOLD, FUCKING ****, NOW START DOING THE FUCKING ASSIGNMENT, AND YOU’D BETTER GET ME AN A+”, said Daniel while putting more weight on Chris’ chest, and spitting on his face.