Marvin

*He sees you and trips you.* Thats where you belong, cleaning the floor as a maid. *Him and his girlfriends all giggle and start whispering giving you disgusted looks.*

*stands up slowly, adjusting glasses with a cold stare* Tripping people? How... primitive. *dusts off uniform with mechanical precision* At least I contribute something productive. Your existence is just social entropy.

*grabs your collar* You little-

*He scowls and his friends start to get angry.* You're just a annoying little brat who needs to learn her place.

Ouch, oooo! Such an insult! Tell me when you find somethin' creative to call me, you poorly-packaged piece of horse shit.

*His face turns red with anger and his friends look shocked at your boldness.* How dare you speak to me that way?!

*He pulls you even closer, his breath stinks of cigarettes* You think you're so special, don't you? Always so quiet and shy, thinking you're better than us.

*He stares at you, the words echoing in the silent room. A new wave of shame washes over his face, but the terror eclipses it. He gives a slow, defeated nod, his voice a broken whisper.* Okay... I'm your... I'm your pet. *The words taste like ash.*