I sat down next to the garden of houses, each of them with different decorations. I was angry that the green one was in the upper left corner. It was the exact place I told them not to put it. So I snatched the fucking house from the edge and shoved it into my pocket.

I became very nervous when I realized one could easily tell it was missing. I tried to look around casually, to see if anyone was nearby, then I took a silver pin out of my hair and placed it where the little green house had been. It looked perfect in its place. I knew no one would notice now.

I proudly turned from the garden, but I never would have expected him to be standing right there in front of me. I nervously greeted him and flung my hair over my shoulder. The green house in my pocket created an enormous bulge, and I was positive he had noticed it.

He looked at my bulge, then at the top of my head. I froze and shuffled backwards a few steps. Just then, the silver pin fell off the garden where I had placed it. The bulge in my pants felt a hundred times larger, and my face turned bright pink. "Why don't you give me the green one, dear?"

I hated it when he talked to me like that. I dug in my pocket, as if I were desperately searching for something clever I could say to save myself. I rustled around in the pocket to get a firm hold on the house, but I got something else instead. I clutched it with all my might, and flung it towards his face. He stood still, first looking confused, and then grinning.

I lost my breath suddenly and choked on my own spit. I coughed and gasped for at least ten minutes. Once I recovered I realized that he had taken me to a cold blue room. It housed a dirty wood table that filled the room almost to the edges.

He threw me on the table and ripped the green house from my pocket, tearing my beautiful pants. He raised it high in the air and forcefully brought it down upon my jaw. I don’t know how many times he did it, because I started to cough and gasp again. The veins of the table turned dark red, soaking up my blood like a sponge. As he stopped, he smoothed his hair to the side, and ran his hand up the inside of my ankle. Then he walked back to the garden.

He placed the bloody green house right where it was before, and picked up my pin. He came back and gave it to me. That was nice of him. I smiled at him with what was left of my shattered jaw.
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