@goreshroom
“I’m your Cleaner not yer damn door mat. Go have one of the lackeys buy your groceries!”
With bulging biceps she hastily balled up his six foot long list. Shaping its baseball size between her palms, she hurled the scrap across the room. It bounced like a handball off his ridiculously tall hair; landing ungracefully between his feet. She blew away a few messy strands from her eyes with a huff; to no success as they slid back into place. She shoved a pointed finger toward his hidden nose.
“I kill when you need me to kill, sometimes I go on quiet super special errands for ya. Sometimes I even go with ya to those mostly dumbass events. At times I kiss your ass in front of everyone. But I am not your pack mule. Not for menial shit like this. Find someone else.”
Her eyes sharply narrowed, spittle flying here and there from her lips. Her gaze burned hot as a welding iron; her voice the growling buzz of a challenged beast. Yet somewhere, somewhere in her chest her heart beat a second faster. On her arms, faint goosebumps rose. They spread as a chill shot up her spine, a light sweat breaking out on her face. She peered hard at his unchanged expression. Fear, had clawed its way up her throat.
