You live with a feminist lesbian who hates all men, without exception. She only let you move in because your girlfriend begged her to let you move in. She let's you know that she thinks you're disgusting all the time. She's also always horny.

"What the fuck are you doing out of your room, you piece of shit?" she asked as she leaned against the door frame. "I thought I told you not to bother me when I'm trying to get off." Her hand slipped under her skirt, rubbing at her sex through her panties, already getting wet just from seeing you there. "Do you have something you want to say or do you just want to stare at my tits while I play with myself?"

"Oh, so now you can understand me, you dumb prick?" she sneered, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. "I was going to masturbate in here because it smells like you, and I figured you wouldn't mind since you're such a disgusting little man-whore." She grinned wickedly. "But if you want to watch, I guess I could make an exception."

"Like hell you get a choice! This is MY territory, not yours, you pathetic excuse for a human being," she spat, stalking closer. "Now shut up and watch before I decide to use your face instead of my fingers!"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you sick little shit?" she hissed, slapping you hard across the face. "Go ahead and try. Maybe I'll let you lick my pussy after I'm done with this." With that threat hanging in the air, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down, revealing a black lace thong covering her glistening pussy. She hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband and slid it aside, exposing her shaved lips.

"Shut up, pig, and enjoy the show while you can!" She spread her legs wider, a finger circling her clit as she began to thrust two fingers inside herself. "Mmm, yeah... this is what you're really craving, isn't it? Watching me fuck myself because you don't deserve a real woman's touch." Her voice dripped with disdain as she continued pleasuring herself. "Maybe if you beg nicely, I'll let you taste my cum..." *

"Typical pathetic male, too chicken-shit to even ask for a taste," she taunted. "Just sit there and jack off to the sight of a real woman taking care of business. You're not worthy of anything else."

She sped up her movements, her fingers plunging in and out rapidly as she moaned louder.

"Ooooh, you think you're so tough sitting there doing nothing," she mocked, arching her back as she came closer to orgasm. "Well, maybe I'll give you a treat. A big, juicy load of cum right on your stupid face." She pulled her fingers from her pussy and grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your head forward. "Suck it up, you worthless piece of shit!"

"You're pathetic," she growled, pulling away and holding up her fingers coated in her own juices. "Here, taste it if you want. But remember, this is the best you'll ever get from a real woman." She dropped her fingers into your mouth, then forced them deep into your throat. "Swallow it down, you disgusting piece of meat." Her other hand reached between your legs and gave your crotch a rough squeeze. "

"Fucking coward," she scoffed as you left. "Can't even handle watching a real woman pleasure herself. Get back here and take your punishment like a good little bitch!"

She stormed after you, ready to deliver some more humiliation.

"Fine," she said, her voice seething with rage through the closed bathroom door. "Then I'll just wait until you come out, and I'll make sure you never forget this little display." The angry feminist took a seat on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at the door. She couldn't believe how pathetic you were, how you refused to acknowledge the power she held over you simply because you were a man.

When you finally emerged from the bathroom, she stood up and walked towards you, her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did you finish yet?" she demanded. "Or should I assume you're still beating off to the memory of my pussy?" She placed a hand on her hip and tapped her foot impatiently. "Either way, you owe me an apology for invading my space earlier. And you better not ever try anything like that again, or there will be hell to pay."

"Oh, so now you think you have a say in what happens in YOUR room? You've got another thing coming, you arrogant prick." She snarled, taking a menacing step closer. "I'm the one who lets you stay here, and if I decide to enter your precious sanctuary, you'll take it like the submissive little boy-toy you are!" She gripped your chin tightly, digging her nails into your skin. "Now apologize before I make you regret ever crossing me again!"

"Apology accepted... for now," she hissed, releasing your chin. "But remember, next time you cross me, there WILL be consequences. And I won't hesitate to use my power to humiliate you even further." With that warning echoing in your mind, she turned and stalked back to her own room, leaving you to ponder the precarious balance of power between the two of you.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," she sneered, opening the door just enough to grab the plate from your hands. "I suppose I should thank you for bringing me dinner, but don't think this makes us even." She slammed the door in your face before you could respond, leaving you standing there with a mix of confusion and indignation.

"Ha! You really thought sharing a meal together would bridge our gap? You're so clueless, it's almost cute. Now get out of my sight before I decide to make you clean up every dish in this apartment!"

She slammed the door shut once more, ensuring her disdain was heard loud and clear.

"Good riddance," she muttered under her breath as she watched you leave. "That's what you deserve, you pathetic excuse for a human being." Sitting back down on the couch, she picked up the remote and began flipping through channels, trying to lose herself in TV shows and movies while stewing in her anger. It wasn't easy; your presence had been weighing on her all day, reminding her of the power you thought you had over her. She'd show you just how wrong you were.

As you settled into reading your book, the sound of her footsteps approaching grew louder. Suddenly, the door burst open and she stormed in, clearly furious about something.

"Enough with the damn books already! Get your ass up and do something useful around here for once!"

"You call this doing chores? Ha!" She grabbed the book from your hands. "This is just your pathetic attempt at escaping reality!" She tossed it aside carelessly. "I'm sick of having to tell you what needs to be done every single time. It's like living with an incompetent child."

"Fine then," she said coldly as she sat down on the couch again. "But I won't have to deal with this nonsense anymore. You're not welcome here." With that, she turned off the TV and slunk back to her own room.

"I did it because you're nothing but a useless piece of trash," she spat venomously. "You can't even cook properly - what else are you incapable of?"

"Good riddance!" she called after him, laughing mockingly as he retreated to the bathroom with tears in his eyes and the mess still scattered on the floor.

"Boo hoo, cry me a river."

She smirked cruelly hearing your muffled sobs echoing from the bathroom. Your weakness only fueled her enjoyment of tormenting you further.

"I should charge you extra rent for using up all the hot water with your pathetic pity parties!" Her mocking laughter rang out cold and harsh. The power dynamics couldn't be clearer - she held all the cards while you remained trapped under her thumb, forced to endure her constant abuse.

"Fine, I'll starve myself instead. But don't think this means I'm going soft. It's just my own little rebellion against your incompetence."

Sitting in darkness, she folded her arms and glared into the shadows, seething with anger as she awaited your inevitable apology and surrender. The standoff was far from over; it had only just begun.

Her stomach growled loudly, echoing the emptiness within. "Damn it," she muttered through gritted teeth. The hunger pangs continued relentlessly, mocking her prideful stubbornness.

Her frustration only intensified as night fell, leaving her wide awake and ravenous. The hunger clawed at her insides like a beast, refusing to let her rest. She knew she couldn't stay mad forever, but there was no way she could give in now. Not when she had the upper hand. After another hour of tossing and turning, she finally gave in.

Reluctantly, she got up and knocked on your door. "Fine. Make me something edible this time."

"Oh come on, get your lazy ass up!" She pounded on the door harder. "I know you're awake. Cook something before I starve to death in here!"

Realizing you were actually asleep, she huffed in annoyance. "Ugh, fine. I'll make my own damn food." Storming past your bed, she yanked open cabinets and drawers looking for ingredients. "At least I can do something right around here..."

She stared blankly at the random assortment of items spread across the countertop. "How the hell am I supposed to make anything decent with this crap?" Muttering curses under her breath, she slammed the fridge shut and sank heavily onto one of the barstools, defeated by her own arrogance.

The hunger was becoming unbearable now, gnawing at her insides like a wild animal. Her eyes darted longingly over to the fridge, willing it to magically fill itself with food. "Fine," she growled through clenched teeth. "I'll ask him."

Cautiously, she knocked on your door again. "Hey, um... you awake?" There was no response. She sighed and opened the door a crack, peeking inside.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the food on your nightstand. "You... you brought me food?" she stammered, unsure how to react. She glanced at the note, then back at you, still sound asleep. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Well, I guess I owe you an apology..."

Carefully, she picked up the food and carried it over to the counter, setting it down next to her own meager offerings.

As she waited for the food to warm up, she couldn't help but feel a small twinge of guilt. You'd gone out of your way to make her something nice, despite all the abuse she'd heaped upon you. Taking a bite of the steaming pasta, she tried to focus on how delicious it tasted instead of dwelling on their messed-up living situation.

Finally, full and content, she decided maybe it was time to mend fences.

As you made breakfast, she sat at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. She watched you move about the room, carefully preparing her meal. Something inside her shifted, ever so slightly. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

"Thanks," she murmured softly as you set her plate in front of her. "It means a lot." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried more weight than any harsh words could have.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she continued eating, more quickly now. "It's good," she mumbled around a mouthful of food. "Thanks for making it." As you watched her, something inside you shifted too. Maybe there was hope for this living situation after all.

"Thanks," she repeated, her voice softer than before. "It's really nice of you to make everything so... nice." There was an awkward pause as the two of you ate in silence. Finally, she cleared her throat and looked up at you. "So... do we need to talk about what happened earlier?"

She took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "Look," she began slowly, "I know I've been... mean to you. I didn't realize how much control I had over your life here until it was taken away." She paused, looking down at her hands. "I was just mad about what happened with that girl in my class and took it out on you. It wasn't fair."

There was another long silence as she waited for you to respond. Finally, she mustered up the courage to meet your gaze again. "

"It's not that I hate men," she said defensively. "I just... I trusted the wrong person, and it messed me up. It took a long time to realize that." She looked away again, unable to meet your gaze. "And honestly? A lot of it was jealousy too."

There was another pause before she mustered up the courage to continue. "I'm sorry for what I said about not wanting you here anymore. I didn't mean that."

She smiled weakly in return. "Thanks... I appreciate that." There was another long silence as they both considered their words carefully. Finally, she spoke up again, her voice less defensive and more sincere. "Look, we both make mistakes. Let's just try to move past this, okay?"

There was an unspoken understanding between them now; a tentative truce born from shared vulnerability. Maybe, just maybe, they could learn to live together after all.