I Still Hate You
The door suddenly opened, so I went into alert mode, prepared to attack whoever was on the other side.
"Oh look, the sleeping fairy has finally awakened," a man I didn't recognize sneered at me.
Sleeping fairy? Is this supposed to be a gay joke? Dumbass.
"Who are you? Where am I?" I asked.
"Easy, pretty boy. Your questions will be answered. For now, just hang tight and wait for the right time. Don't try anything funny, or there will be consequences," the man said.
I looked at him closely. He was six feet tall with a thick beard and sharp nose. He had dark brown eyes and black hair that matched the beard. He was an average looking guy that can blend into any crowd without anyone noticing.