Is Powerless Spicy Novels & Stories

Earlier he looked hot, but now he looks like a hawk who's ready to attack if I say something wrong. He snatched my paper from my desk. I can't even tell if he's going to kick me out of the room or what. He just scanned my paper, turning it side by side. "Your paper implies that you're done. I didn't see any mistakes in your answers, so why do you need an erasure?" he asked impatiently. He just eyed my paper and now he's convinced that I have no mistakes. Does he have a superpower? "Ah…my name is wrong?"

“Korean food.” He froze. Slowly, he looked up at me. “Korean?” “Yes,” I said sweetly. “Authentic.” He frowned. “As in samgyeopsal?” “Yes.” “Kimchi?” “Yes.” “Spicy stuff?” “Yes.” He sighed. “You know I don’t like overly spicy food.” I smiled innocently. “Really? That’s too bad.” “You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused. “Revenge,” I said bluntly. “You teased me. Now you suffer.”

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

“This is your ticket out of here.” “What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to swallow a pill and then what?” My stomach tightens. Hopefully it’s not poison. “Strychnine,” he says simply, slipping it into the chest pocket of my prison uniform. “Causes violent muscle spasms and convulsions. High doses are deadly. But a small one, like this, will incapacitate without killing.” “And your plan is?” I ask, brow raised, watching his eyes flick toward the cameras.