"Wake up dead meat." Came an echoing voice from above.
And slowly I crack open one eye, as my vision slowly began to adjust itself.
"Your work here is done." The silver haired women said. "Leave the rest to me."
"Ok..." Kuru replied, as she hastily left the room.
What is this place?
I slowly sat up and began to look around.
The place looked like one of those shitty condos that one would rent together with a roommate, with garbage and random stuff littered all over the place. Hell, there were moist spots and crackers all over sofa which I was lying on.
"You don't like the place huh dead meat?" the silver hair women asked with a rough voice.
"No, no..." I shook my head, as I was really not looking forward to getting burned to ashes the 2nd time.
"Whatever. So before I say anything else, what is your name?"
"...Gid..." I replied with a gulp. And before I could say more, a fist landed squarely on my stomach, causing me to fall off the couch and curl up on the ground like a whimpering puppy.
WTF IS THIS BITCH!?!?!?
Tears clouded my eyes and when I looked up again, she was still there looming above me, with one foot planted on my side. And stared down at me like I was some sort of generate life form not even worth the dirt in her shoes.
"I am Isa and you will be my trainee from now on." She pause. "You will address me as sir, nothing else. Do you understand, fresh meat?"
This bitch is crazy. But not wanting to risk further pain, I shoved down my pride.
"Hmph." She let out a sneer, as she rolled me over with one foot, giving me time and space to get up. And once I achieved standing again, I stood straight and stared at her into the eye.
"Fresh meat..." She said with a low growl. "You said the place was alright?"
"En..." I said with a low voice.
"ARE YOU A BLIND MEAT OR SOMETHING!?!?!?" Isa screamed, as I found myself subconsciously backing up a few steps.
"YOU CALL THIS CLEAN? I WILL HAVE YOU SCRUB YOUR EYES FIRST BEFORE YOU CLEAN UP THIS PLACE!"
Isa then let out a sigh, along with the rest of her temper evaporating as fast as it appeared.
"Just clean up the place, broom is in the washroom. I am going to sleep now, and I want to see the job done when I wake up. Or else..." she let out a yawn as she drifted towards the couch. "I will turn you into smoked meat..."
And just like that she threw her back onto the couch, and began snoring in a loud fashion.
I looked around at the rest of the room, and realized all the mess I needed to clean up.
Q: Do you find yourself serve or served most of the time?