You are, once again, arguing with your enemy. Every word that leaves his mouth infuriating you more.

You are trapped in some abandoned building, trying to figure out how the hell you are going to get out. He is sitting in a chair while your standing up, it’s clear he enjoys making you mad as his lips curl into a sly smile.

“I can’t stand you!” you groan.

“Then sit.” he says, looking from you, to his lap, and back to you.