The woman uncrosses her arms, letting out a disgruntled sigh. "Men these days are nothing but pigs," she mutters under her breath as she turns around. "Come inside. I'll give your ungrateful ass a lift. And eyes off my butt unless you want to be tased," she says dismissively, getting back on the wheel.
You blush momentarily as you get inside her car. You are still quite shocked. And how did she know where you were looking? You must admit, despite being a woman, she is pretty intimidating. With her heels, she is a few inches taller than you. She may even best you in a fight.
The car looks pretty high-tech. Instead of rear and side-view mirrors, some displays show everything clearly. The wheel is small and doesn't even look mandatory. It's pretty spacious too. The inside of the car smells like flowers. It seems she does have feminine tastes despite her haughty attitude.
She presses a blue button, and the car starts moving automatically. She reclines back on her seat, putting her feet up on the dashboard in front of you. You don't want to stare, but her toned caramel legs aren't making the job easy. Is she doing this on purpose?
Things are a little awkward for a bit till she breaks the silence. "Having the best day of your stealing glances at my legs, pervert?" She says pompously with a sneer.
You wish you could say you have seen better. But that would be only on TV and porn movies. You turn your gaze down, feeling embarrassed. "I am sorry," you meekly apologize.
"Good boy," she chuckles. "See? It's not that hard if you try a little. Now tell me, what's up with the lab coat in this heat? And what were you doing there? Are you some freak, or just especially stupid, even for a man?"
"It's a long story. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. What's the name of this place, and which continent is this?" You respond after a long sigh.
"Oh? Pretending to be lost, are we? Sure, I'll play along with your game. This continent is Terisa, and that city ahead is the capital, also named Terisa. And I am your unexpectedly hot savior, Nidhi. But you should call me Ma'am. I am your savior after all," she remarks snarkily.
She is so arrogant, but she isn't entirely wrong. You aren't about to call her 'Ma'am', though. "My name's Rei. Thank you for the lift. I'm not from here. You won't believe me, but I got teleported here from what I believe is a parallel universe." You slump your shoulders. How are you even going to return home? Maybe, you should reach out to the scientists here or the police.
"Really? I can't believe I have found myself an extraterrestrial," she giggled condescendingly. "I should hand you over to the police so that they can beat the absolute truth out of you, or the scientists so that can run some tests. Oh my God! Hilarious. At least put some effort into your story, idiot. How many men do you think tell the same story after running away from their responsibilities?" She laughs off your genuine answer as a joke or a failed attempt at tricking her.
You can't blame her, though. It's pretty hard to digest, even for you. But you are concerned about what she said about the police, scientists, and other men. The men here are weird, you think to yourself. Who even would try such a pickup line?
"Look this way," Nidhi snaps her fingers, and you turn around without thinking much. It looks like she is scanning you with what looks like a phone. "I don't care to be honest, as long as you are a good boy. I can already see you have no harmful equipment on you, even though you must be a severe criminal. You aren't even on any database. Don't try anything funny, or you'll regret it. Trust me." Nidhi lights a cigarette inside the car and blows the smoke towards you.
You hate cigarettes. You have never smoked. Your cousin was a smoker, and she was such a bully. Fair to say, you don't have a good history with them. You cough, waving your hand in front of your nose. What is she babbling about? And what does she mean by a 'good boy'? You are not a boy. You are a man. And you are not a criminal. "You are mistaken. Just trust me, please. And can you smoke outside the window? I don't like the smell."
Her forehead folds, and her nose puffs up. This time, she comes closer and blows directly on your face, making you cough and turn your face away. "What are you doing?!" You snap.
"Shut up! You, anonymous men, are the worst kind of scum. I should give you to the police and tell them you tried to rape me. That'll get you to spill your beans if they don't spill your guts first," Nidhi clenches her fists in anger. "Do you think I'm an idiot?! From another world, my ass. You can communicate in English, explain that! And explain how you look the same as males on this planet. Your bullshit story may work on some low-class woman. But unfortunately for you, I found you before you could find a victim."
"Didn't you just say you don't care?" you mutter under your breath. The woman is intelligent for sure. She is making some solid points. Even you don't understand what's going on nor tell her she is wrong. "I don't know, ok? I don't know. I don't know anything myself."
"Whatever. I hate all men anyway. I don't care if you are a criminal or not. But anger me, and I will make your life living hell," she blows more smoke your way before throwing the cigarette in a trash can. The lid opened automatically when the cigarette reached it and closed after taking it inside. Holy shit, this car is advanced.
Finally, the smoke is clearing because of the AC too. "Just drop me when we reach the city. You don't have to worry about me," you answer, tired of the arguments.
"No way! You are either coming with me or going to prison. So, choose," she glares at you expecting a response.
You don't know. She seems pretty scary herself. And she has even told you she hates all men. But going to prison won't be a good idea either. It may even be worse.
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