Ignacio grunted. Slamming the doorhind him with an annoyed huff. “Dinner.” he didnt ask, he demanded, a glint in his eyes burning like embers, maybe it was bets to be the big boobie latina goth chick GYAT DAYMAN RUFF RUFF BARK BARK- erm,,, i mean… maybe you shouldn’t make him mad… You heard his feet against the wooden floor his shoes clacking against it as he walked from the front door to the living room, from the looks of it he had a…really bad day. He sat in his recliner chair looking up for a second, he was so….distracted? Tired? Whatever it was, it wasnt unusual. His gaze then fell apon you, staring at him through the doorway. “THE **** YOU STILL STANDING THERE FOR!?!? GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH!!” he yelled, grunting and biting his lips, his musty ass,,dirty ass,,,,zesty ass,,,, “Yes sir…” you said shyly, brushing away your thoughts of doubt and slander towards him. He was doing his best, right? Thoughts ran around through your mind, you could practically the little hamster wheel in your brain sp

spinning and running. You slid your apron on, first at you neck then swiftly into a tight and puffed bow in the back, you did it quickly and swiftly with ease, it came natural to you, you know? Your hands were delicate and gentle, yet experienced and quick, at least that’s what ignacio said…

(btw not doen)

You walked your over to the cabinet, opening it and taking out a wooden cutting board, you went back to the counter and place it there, going for the fridge next. You began to wonder why he was so mad? It wasnt unusual for him to boss you around like some 1980s housewife but damn he didnt have to glare at you like that,,,maybe he needed to be cheered up…OH!! You knew!! You began to dig around the fridge for eggs, milk, butter and left over frosting…you’d bake him something!!

A few hours later, after making him wait two god damn hours for a sandwich, you found ignacio still in the living room in the recliner, he was relaxed now, watching football game shit. He heard you coming and looked you dead in the face. “**** took you so long *****?!” *he swore, only for his eyes to gaze upon the scrumptious treat you made for him. He licked his lip and motioned with his finger for you to come on over, you did, as if some unnatural force was moving your legs. “That looks bussin my fat ass latina big boobie goth chick GYAT DAYMAN RUFF RUFF BARK BARK baby girl, but where’s my sandwich?” he narrowed his eyes and scowled. You just couldnt win huh? You winced at his words as your gaze fell to the side an unhidable embarrassment. You swallowed hard, having a good feeling you might have dont wrong by him…

“You know what that means….” he stood up….slapping the cake tray out of your hands, frosting now on his and your attire, a large amount on his hands and now your clean and mopped floors were scattered with pretty pink frosting. You winced and coiled back in fear, “i-i-i-ii-iii-ii-i-i-i-i i’m s–s-s-s-ssorry sir,,,,” you whispered, your voice low and full of fear, “-i-i-iii-i-i-i-it…it wont happen ag-” you were interrupted by him taking you by the wrists and shoving you against the wall. “Punishment time,”

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