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Chapter 8: Kicking and Screaming

"I'm serious Zim! Get off of me! Your sick!" Gaz struggled, flailing her legs to no avail. He only smirked in reaction, leaning down closer till his lips met hers.

Gaz's POV:

'Okay, think, think, hmmm… my legs aren't pinned, he probably intended on that… I could knee him… when he gets too comfortable…' Just then his lips met mine. 'I have to wait now… maybe fool him.' I feigned a moan, he chuckled through the kiss. 'Just move to the right… and…' BAM!

OooooooOoOooooooO

Zim let out a groan as he released his grip on her wrists to hold his pained member. She slid up, grabbing his keycard and bolting for the door. She slid the keycard down the slit, the red light turning green with a beep and the bars unlocking.

A rough hand grabbed the back of her purple dress and threw her across the room. The keycard fell from her hand, landing on the black carpet. The bars relocked and the green light turned red with a baritone beep.

"Now, little Gaz, you can't escape." He purred into her ear, liking the base on her lobe, shuddering she tried to push him away, he grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Now apologize to your master!" He growled, still somewhat playfully. "Never, Bastard!" He clutched her throat roughly, she gasped in pain, his sharp claws cutting her slightly He just glared at her, and she him. "You dare speak to me, you're king like that?! Don't ever speak to me in such ways!" She spat in his face. He, unflinching, liked his face clean with his snakelike tongue, a smirk formed at her surprised expression.

"You're sick." She spat "Maybe my dear Gaz, however I'm perplexed as to how you are rebelling so, I thought the serum would've prevented it." He just stared now. "Guess it knows stupidity." She choked out. His grip tightened, she gasped weakly.

She was sure she was going to pass out, air scarce, 'Maybe he'll just kill me' she hoped. Then, vision blurred, oxygen again entered her lungs, her vision regained to see a blank expression Irken, Pak leg grabs the dropped keycard, and with a glance and a smirk, he left to his room.

She glanced at the clock… 'Shit it's late!" she thought at the digital clock reading 3:24 am. She slid her way to the bed falling face first into her pillow. With a sigh, falling fast asleep.

She awoke to a weight in her chest. Through sleepily fogged eyes she saw blue and silver. Then, much to her disdain, heard an ear shattering squeal. "Gazzy!" Gir cried, bouncing up and down , painfully waking her up. Then, suddenly, he jumped off from the wheezing girl and went to the TV. He turned it on and, with a click, became oblivious to the world.

"Gir, how did you get in here?" she asked regaining her breath. "I have no idea." He replied, not wavering his eyes from the screen. She glanced around, no hold… she looked back to the crazy, oblivious robot. There was a piece of paper tied around his neck, visible from the back, she snatched it and the robot only giggled at the tug. She brought it to her face

To do list Little Gaz:

She groaned

Cleanse my room

Bake breakfast muffins (NO RAISINS!)

Deliver to my private library

Join me for Breakfast

She scoffed. 'Join him for breakfast huh? Pry wants to know how horrible my morning was… jerk!' she thought angrily.

There was a keycard taped to the page. She tried it on her door… Just as she thought, No such luck… she tried it on his. With a beep it opened to reveal a ram shacked abomination of glass shards and ripped cloth.

'Was he mad about last night?'… She started with the cloth, putting new sheets and quilt on the bed after sweeping up the glass. With a skillfull toss of the last shards into the trash shoot she sighed. Her peace was interrupted when a beeping sound was herd as the door behind her open and shut.