Chapter Seven

Alex

“Send this shit back. There is too much salt!”

“There is not enough sugar in these cookies?”

“Tell that woman she had better clean that kitchen properly.”

I didn’t relent in my mission to annoy, to frustrate, to anger Olive. She had been so sure in the dungeon that she had everything under control, but she didn’t. She had never been pushed to the breaking point, and i was determined to make her snap, to see how much control she actually had, and if she even knew that she was holding on by a thread. My complaints were pathetic. The dinner was oversalted because of me. I had kept sprinkling and sprinkling. The cookies were more than fine, but I had also dunked them into my drink so that they splashed everywhere.

I complained about the cleanliness of the kitchen as i had heard she liked things to look just right.

“I don’t like peanut butter. Tell her she cannot cook that crap in my house.”

Each person would give me that horrible look, but i didn’t give a shit. It was my job to make