“I don’t trust you” I said flatly.
“Oh come on sweetie” she
prodded; “It’s a gift! It’s your birthday isn’t it? I brought you a
present; what could be wrong with that?”
I reminded her of the
other gifts she’d given me. “That tour of the first plane of hell was a
little overkill my sweet, as was the little surprise party at Ragnarök.
How was I to know the gods got together for a reenactment every year? I
thought I was gonna die! Oh, and the hangman’s noose tie, well let’s
just say I’m not the punk rocker you think I am. So let me say again,
you’re damned cute, but I don’t trust you.”
“I couldn’t fit Hell in a little box like that” she protested. “Please precious, just look inside, I promise you’ll like it!”
worn me out. I took her offered box and twisted the key. “If this is
another one of your pranks Pandora, I’m really going to have to
reconsider our relationship!"