"So, tell me, Kitkat, how scared are you?" I asked while driving. After a few more minutes, we paused for food. I was starving.

She looked at me as if I had grown two heads.

"Why would I be scared? Besides, it's not like you have me at gunpoint or something," she huffed.

I took out my Glock-17 from the hidden breast pocket of my suit specially and pointed the loaded gun at her while keeping my other hand on the wheel.

She didn't even flinch.

"I am hungry," she stated while her stomach grumbled, confirming the fact. 

What the hell? Was she a female or not? Did I seize the right person? 

"What are you?" I asked while stopping the car at a restaurant. The sun had bid its farewell.

"You're asking the wrong person," she exclaimed while getting out of the car. 

By the time I went inside, she was already sitting at a corner with the table full of food.

I sat on the chair opposite hers and observed as she hogged on food like she was starving for weeks. The corner of her mouth was dripping with red sauce and her eyes lit when the gigantic burger arrived. She licked the sides of her mouth and munched on the burger regardless of everything else.

I furrowed my eyebrows as she wiped her fingertips clean with her tongue. No manners and British? Contradictive and intriguing.

I looked out of the window: it was pitch-dark with the only source of light coming from the restaurant's massive banner hung on the wall outside with twinkling letters of tiny LEDs.

There were six rectangular tables placed vertically surrounded by two plastic chairs at both sides. At my left, there was the cashier, an old man at its service who smiled at everyone who entered. A bell hung at the door which chimed whenever a customer arrived. The place had a cozy texture to it. The smell of burgers, pastries wafted through the air like a room freshener. At my right, there was a door to the kitchen, from where the waiters arrived with plates full of food. The customers were mainly men and a few women, mainly middle-aged along with their kids.

She was still wearing that red dress and a few people inside were ogling at her like a hawk.

Out of nowhere, I felt the urge to pop their eyes out. I gripped the arm of the plastic chair as I shot a few death glares. Well, if she wasn't such a bitch, I would maybe consider bedding her. But, I won't.

A muscle in my jaw twitched as I stood up, pushing the chair as I moved out of the place for some air. 

She is a she. And you know how bitches are. So, stop this shit. 

I took a cigarette out of the pack I had in my pocket and lit it with my lighter. I took a drag out of it, and in an instant, it invaded my senses blurring out every other thought.

Taking a few more drags, I closed my eyes to feel the smoke take over my body whilst I heard a scream.

"Mr. Abducter," her shrill voice pierced my ears. Taking one last long drag, I threw the cigarette away and paced toward the restaurant. 

She glared at me. I returned the action like a favor.

"What?" I asked. My voice strained due to the activity I was entertaining outside.

"Pay the bill, what else?" she snarled and walked out of the place.

The attitude of that bitch. I wanted to chop that tongue of hers. I made the payment which seemed like half of my salary.

Damn, it seemed she ate like an elephant's meal for the day. I put the wallet back into my back and trudged outside.

A shrill cry dampened the silence, I spun around and saw a little boy crying. He was pointing his finger in front of me.

I turned my head to see what he was pointing at and regretted the action immediately.

"What the hell?" I screamed at her. She was thrashing my car with a baseball bat, which I bet belonged to the crying kid.

"Are you fucking crazy?" I shouted, my body frozen to its place. My eyes widened and I curled my fingers into a fist.

And she stopped. She dropped the baseball bat on the ground with a thud.

I sighed in relief. 

I opened my eyes which I had unconsciously closed and analyzed the condition of my precious.

"What the hell were you doing?" I snarled at her, my nose flaring as I took in her nonchalant look.

My heartbeat aced up like an Aston Martin. Fuck, my Aston Martin!

I let out a puff of air and wiped my sweaty palms on my pant.

My insides churned furiously as I saw the condition of my car, it was utterly damaged. All this time, she stood back like a statue. 

All four tires were flat,  the windscreen, headlights, taillights and the mirrors were broken. The hood and trunk of the were dented. The ground was carpeted with shattered glass.

Don't hit her. Don't hit her. 

I gritted my teeth and ran a hand through my hair. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to her.

She was sucking on a cold drink which also belonged to the kid. Like she sucked the life out of my car. I growled at her intolerable behavior.

"What was that?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Revenge," She smiled wickedly. My hands itched to hit something or someone.

"For what?"I asked.

"Insulting women," she seethed. Her eyes flamed when she said those two words. 

"For your stupid feminism, you fucking thrashed down my car?" I simmered at her, my voice rose higher.

There was a horde of people outside by this time whispering and hawking at the scene unfolding in front of them.

This place was far away from the city. I glared at them which caused them to get back to their work.

My main concern right now was her--damn her.

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