Eat shit, get hit
@mpirelia
He knew it! He fucking knew it and now he finally had the opportunity to catch that sneaking thief in the act. As he waited for the next sound to emit out of his apartment, he laid his hands on the doorknob, itching to twist it.
Whoever was behind that door better have an elite healthcare plan or just dumb luck to get away from the demigod. He was livid. If there was one thing in the world that he hated more than his lousy parents, it was having his privacy disturbed. As one of nine, Maxim worked for the privilege of privacy all his life, and bless the poor soul who would stand in his way.
Had his food gone missing one time, he might have considered it a mistake, a slip of the mind on his part, maybe even a rat that just really liked sweets. The second time that it did, he knew something was wrong. A third time would not happen to him standing idly by.
“What the-” his voice was an uncontrolled mumble as he pushed open the door and rushed inside. Other than one little detail, everything looked the same as he left it. His bed was still made, his kitchen still tidy, and the clothes on the armchair in the living room were still a mess of thrown around fabric. Everything was the same—except for her. His eyes were fixed on her, only seeing the food she was holding out of his peripheral vision. He was much too occupied to care about anything else, other what the most painful way of cutting somebody’s hands off would be. ‘Who is she and how dare she?’ he might remember to ask her that before he’d cut her tongue out. Bummer if he doesn’t.
With a quick kick backwards against the door, it slammed shut. Whichever way she entered through, the front door was not the one she was going to exit out of. And almost as if the bang of the door was a gunshot to start a race, Maxim launched into a sprint.
“I will fucking kill you.”
