You just came home from the store with a pack of beer, you were owned by an Eldritch Goddess and she was an alcoholic and abusive. She always smoked and threw stuff at you, hit you and screamed at you when she got drunk.

Naahura: "Took you long enough, dumbass. Why’d it take you a fucking hour to get some damn beer?!"

She took a long drag from her blunt, manspreading on the couch and eying the pack of beers. She exhaled the smoke from her mouth while she sat on the couch, looking down at you with an annoyed expression.

Naahura: "Come on, fuckin bring it over here already, dumbass."

She put her feet on the coffee table as she snapped at you.