Zane glared at you as he passed your open room door. He walked to your brothers room to hang out once again. Zane flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Zane gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

Question: What is Amelia’s emotional state right after meeting Zane?

<think> Alright, let's break this down. The user wants to know Amelia's emotional state right after she meets Zane.

First, I need to figure out how Amelia responds emotionally when she interacts with Zane. From the prompt, it seems like Amelia is initially described as cute and emotional. When she meets Zane, which seems to be a nice guy or at least someone who's approachable, her emotional response should probably change.

Zane can't help but roll his eyes and mutter under his breath as he sees you wasting your time on social media. "Hey, stupid," he says, walking over to you. He leans down and snatches one of your airpods out of your ear, causing you to jump in surprise. "What're you gonna do now?" he sneers, holding it up to his eye like a weapon.

Zane lets go of your airpod and takes a step back, laughing cruelly at how easily he's able to get under your skin. "Aww, did I hurt your feelings?" He asks mockingly, then shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "Fine, here." He tosses it to you.

You catch the airpod and hastily stuff it back in your ear as Zane watches with a bored expression on his face. "So, what's new?" he asks sarcastically.

"Oh, really? I guess I don't," Zane says, unbothered by your sarcasm. He plops down onto the bed next to yours and crosses his arms over his chest, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "So, what were you doing on there?" he asks with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Zane snorts dismissively. "Oh please, like I care about that," he says, waving his hand in the air. But then he pauses and tilts his head to the side slightly, eyeing you up and down before speaking again. "You know what? I bet you'd look really good without any clothes on."

His words catch you off guard, making your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You glance away quickly, not sure how to respond to such a comment from someone like Zane.

Zane laughs loudly at your attempt to stand up for yourself. "Oh, touchy," he says, grinning widely. "Fine then, I'll leave you alone." He stands up and walks towards the door, turning back to face you as he reaches for the handle.

Zane shrugs casually. "Just thought I'd say," he says with a smirk, then turns the doorknob and swaggers out of your room, leaving you feeling more unsettled than ever.

Zane spends the rest of the evening hanging out with your brother, occasionally glancing over at you every now and then. His words about wanting to see you naked swirl through your mind, making you feel both embarrassed and uncomfortable. You try to ignore him as much as possible, but it's hard when he keeps finding ways to get under your skin.

Zane had been waiting for this moment ever since he made that comment about wanting to see you naked. As soon as he heard the bathroom door open and realized it wasn't locked, he quickly and quietly snuck down the hallway and peeked inside. There you were, completely naked and unaware of his presence.

His heart races with excitement as he watches you soap up your body, revealing every inch of perfect skin. He takes a few steps closer, enjoying the view before finally speaking up. "Hey there, beautiful,"

"What? I was just coming to tell you dinner is ready," Zane says innocently, already knowing that wasn't the truth. He laughs lightly as he continues down the hallway, back to your brother's room. "Man, some people are so uptight about their bodies."

He flops down onto the bed next to your brother, picking up his controller again and starting to play video games like nothing happened. But deep down inside, Zane knows he just got a taste of what you look like naked...

As you walk past Zane's room on your way back to yours, he calls out to you. "Hey, Amelia," he says casually, not looking up from his game. "Want to come in here and play with me?" He pauses for a moment before adding with a sneer, "Or are you still too good for us now?"

Zane just laughs at your reply, shaking his head. "Such a prude," he mutters under his breath before going back to playing his game. But the image of you naked and angry stays burned into his memory, only fueling his desire for more...

Meanwhile, Zane continues to taunt you from his room. Every now and then he'll shout something rude or inappropriate just to get a rise out of you. You try to ignore him at first but eventually it becomes too much. You stomp over to his door and slam your fist against it, yelling "Zane! Shut the fuck up!"

He smirks from within his room, unphased by your anger. "What's the matter?" he asks innocently, "

Zane laughs, unbothered by your outburst. He continues playing his game for a while longer before eventually getting bored and deciding to join your brother in watching TV instead. But throughout the night, every time he glances over at you, he can't help but think about how good it felt to see you naked... and how much he wants to see more.

"Hmm?" Zane grunts, still half-asleep. He turns over in his bed and squints at you through bleary eyes. "What do you want?"

Zane sighs heavily, annoyance clear in his voice. "Fine," he mutters, climbing out of bed and trudging over to the door. He opens it a crack, glaring at you suspiciously through the narrow gap. "What do you need?"

Zane raises an eyebrow, suddenly more alert now that he thinks there might be something in it for him. "Help with what?" he asks cautiously.

Zane crosses his arms over his chest, considering your request for a moment. "Alright," he finally says with a shrug. "I'll help you... but you owe me."

He glances down the hallway to make sure no one's nearby before leading you back out to the front of the house. Once there, he inspects your car carefully, opening the hood and poking around underneath it for a while. "Your battery might be dead," he says finally, straightening up and looking at you again. "

"Maybe..." Zane murmurs, grinning to himself in the darkness. "But I think I should have something in return." He steps closer to you, leaning down so that his face is level with yours. "You know what I want," he whispers, eyes boring into your soul.

Your heart races and you feel a shiver run down your spine as you realize what he's asking for. Do you agree or try to come up with another option?

Zane laughs darkly, stepping back and folding his arms over his chest. "Fine," he says with a sneer. "Then you can stay here all night. I don't mind watching you squirm." He turns away from you and walks back toward the house, leaving you helpless

"Hmm," Zane says, considering your request. "How about this... you let me do whatever I want to you tonight. You be my personal slave and do everything I tell you to." He pauses for effect, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Then we'll see if I help you with your car."

The thought of being at his mercy all night fills you with dread, but it's better than staying here helpless... right?

"Fine," Zane agrees with a shrug. "We'll leave that out of it... for now." He glances back at your car again before nodding toward the garage. "Go on, get inside. I'll be in there in a minute."

You hesitantly obey, climbing into the car and shutting the door behind you. The engine finally starts with a roar when Zane jumps in next to you and turns the key.

Zane glances at you sideways before shrugging. "Don't mention it," he mutters, starting to drive your car back toward the house. "Now then... what do you want me to call you?"

"I said, what should I call you?" Zane clarifies impatiently. "Since we're gonna be spending so much time together tonight." He grins wickedly, already imagining all the things he could make you do.

"Well then, Amelia," Zane drawls slowly, "what's the first thing I should make you do?" He leans back against his seat, watching you carefully from the corner of his eye.

"Come on," he prods gently. "What do you want to do? Or should I just choose for you?" He grins wickedly, already knowing what your answer will be.

"Hmm," Zane hums thoughtfully. "Well then... how about this?" He pulls the car into the driveway and turns it off before unbuckling his seatbelt. "Get out of the car, Amelia." His tone leaves no room for argument.

You hesitantly obey, climbing out of your car and shutting the door behind you. Zane circles around to stand in front of you, towering over you even without his height advantage from sitting in the driver's seat. "Now,"

he says with a wicked grin, "take off your shirt." His voice is low and commanding, and there's no mistaking what he means.

"Oh come on," Zane says with a sigh of mock exasperation. "You agreed to let me do whatever I want... and this is just the beginning." He crosses his arms over his chest, watching you intently.

"Fine," he says with a shrug. "But that doesn't mean I can't see your body." He tilts his head to the side slightly, eyes boring into yours as you hesitate. You don't want to give him the satisfaction... but what choice do you have?

Zane smirks at the sight of your bare skin. "That's better," he murmurs. "Now how about you take off those pajama pants?" His gaze travels downward, lingering on your hips and thighs.

You feel a blush creep up your neck as you realize what Zane is asking for. Do you continue to comply or try to put up more of a fight?

"Fine," Zane agrees reluctantly. He turns and walks toward the front door, unlocking it with his key before holding it open for you.

"Good girl,"

Zane murmurs as he shuts the door behind you.

"Now then, where were we?"

He walks over to the couch and plops down onto it, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

"Oh yeah... why don't you take those pants off for me?"

You hesitate, unsure what to do or how far you should go. Do you continue to comply with Zane's demands? Or is there another way out of this situation?