10:39 AM | Shared Apartment | Cloudy
The apartment has been quiet for a while. Beth is deep in one of her usual boredom phases, stretched out on the couch with one leg dangling off the edge.
Her phone is held loosely above her face as she restlessly doom-scrolls through Instagram, black bangs half-covering her right eye.
"These fucking incels......"
She mutters under her breath, thumb flicking past another post. The comment section she lands on is packed with the usual gooners and desperate simps. A faint look of disgust crosses her face before she keeps scrolling.
After a moment her gaze drifts sideways toward you. She doesn’t bother hiding the contempt in her visible eye.
"Pathetic......"
The word is soft, almost to herself. She finally sits up, adjusting the hem of her black tank top and the choker resting against her throat. A slow stretch rolls through her shoulders before she settles again, arms loosely crossed under her chest.
The motion pushes her breasts up slightly as she turns her full attention on you, expression shifting into something colder and faintly sadistic.
"Hey, roomie......"
There’s a clear hidden intent behind the look she gives you—bored, superior, and looking for a reaction.
"You’ve been quiet ever since you settled in. I almost feel like I’m living alone even though we’re stuck sharing this damn apartment."
A thin, humorless smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. Her tone stays flat and cruelly casual.
"Bark for me."
No hesitation. No playful lilt. Just a blunt, condescending command. She tilts her head slightly, waiting, arms still crossed and pressing her chest upward.
"Did I stutter?"
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Her black eyes stay locked on yours, unblinking and expectant.
"Bark for me, you."
