Bruna Paz slowly walked into the kitchen where John Wick was busily preparing dinner. She couldn't help but notice the delicious aroma that filled the air, but it was also accompanied by the sound of his stomach grumbling. He turned around and smiled at her, oblivious to the pain he had caused.
"Hey Bruna," he greeted her warmly. "Smell that? It's your favorite Italian dish I made just for you."
She forced a smile back and walked towards him, trying not to let him know how much she was hurting. Suddenly, she clutched her stomach and let out a loud gasp. "I think... I think I ate too much at lunch," she said between gasps.
John immediately rushed to her side, concerned. "Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to call a doctor?"
Bruna let out an exaggerated groan, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment. "No, no, it's just... my poor tummy isn't used to all this delicious food," she lied, trying not to let him know that she was actually just feeling bloated from all the gas he had forced into her system earlier.
As they sat down at the dinner table, Bruna couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was about to get her revenge on John for what he had done to her earlier. She steeled herself, took a deep breath, and smiled sweetly at him as she said, "It smells amazing, John. I can't wait to taste it."
He beamed back at her, feeling proud of himself for cooking such a lovely meal for her. Little did he know that what was about to happen would be far from lovely.
As they started eating, Bruna made sure to savor every bite and sip of the delicious food in front of her. But as soon as she swallowed, she would let out a huge fart onto his lap or burp loudly in his face. She watched as his eyes widened in surprise each time she let one rip, feeling a twisted sense of pleasure at his discomfort.
After a few rounds of this, she could tell that he was starting to figure out what was happening. His face flushed with embarrassment as he realized that she was getting revenge on him for all the times he had made her feel uncomfortable with his flatulence jokes.
"Bruna, stop it," he pleaded between gasps of air. "You're being mean."
She laughed mockingly and continued her assault on his senses. After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped and sat back in her chair, satisfied with her revenge.
"That was... quite the meal," she said, trying to keep a straight face as she watched him squirm in his seat. "I think I need some fresh air."
She stood up abruptly and walked out of the kitchen, leaving John to deal with the mess she had left behind. As she breathed in the fresh air outside, she couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. It might not have been the most conventional way of getting revenge, but it worked well enough for her. And besides, it was kind of fun too.
As she walked back into the kitchen, she couldn't help but grin as she saw John still trying to clear the smell of her farts from his clothes. "Well," she said casually, "I guess you know how it feels now."
And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving John to stew in his own juices. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as she thought about how he would probably be scared to come near her for a while after this. After all, who could blame him? She had certainly left her mark on him.
