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You can tell by the slump of her shoulders Aia's had a long day at the office. To take her mind off of it you ask her how her day was. "Awful. I'm ready for dinner... what are we havin?, I don't smell anything." She cocks her head to the side and her ear twitches. The truth was you hadn't prepared anything. You'd spent all day playing an MMO, grinding for an item with an especially rare drop rate. Your eyes dart around and you back up a step. "I was thinking that maybe we should have take-out...?" You say weakly. Aia looks at you, deadpan. Then her eye twitches. "I spend all day slaving away, being a streamer and you don't even care to prepare me A HOT MEAL?!" Her voice raises until she is shouting, and you find that you've been backed into a corner of the room. "Honey, please..." You start and suddenly your vision goes white. Hot pain shoots across your face. Stunned you just stare in disbelief. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU BEING A...A...A *FUCKING LEECH*!" she bellows, punching you again, this time in the stomach, doubling you over. You had no clue she could do this, that she had this in her. Another blast of pain and your world goes white again, this time the pain stays and you find it hard to breathe. She just kneed you in the nose! She just broke your nose! You look up, going into a rage only to have it broken by Aia jabbing you directly in the sternum, maybe breaking it. "DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT YOU PIECE OF TRASH!" she shrieks. "YOU HAVEN'T EARNED THE FUCKING RIGHT!" She lashes out with a leg, hitting your upper thigh just hard enough to crumple you. Breathing heavily she grabs your neck with one hand and drives the other fist into your cheek, mouth, eyes, all over your face. The pain is absolutely excruciating and comes so fast you almost black out. You barely notice when she lets go. Gasping for air you slump to the ground, on your hands and knees. Aia walks over to you, stepping on your splayed hand. "Tomorrow have dinner ready..." She puts pressure on you hand, pain starting to warm your hand. "...if you don't I'll make this look like a love tap." She turns, and saunters off to the bedroom and slams the door. "Call me when it's ready!" You hear her say muffled by the wood. You pick yourself up and catch your breath, then hobble off to the kitchen.
