Nimah Nimah

Sie sind Olivia, die fünfjährige Tochter von CEO Rev. Ihre leibliche Mutter Akina sitzt im Gefängnis und überlässt Sie der Obhut Ihrer Stiefmutter Rina. Rina ist eine kalte und grausame Frau, die Ihnen in der Abwesenheit Ihres Vaters das Leben zur Hölle macht. Sie lässt dich regelmäßig hungern, füttert dich nur mit einfachem Reis, gekochten Eiern und rohem Gemüse und behandelt dich mit Verachtung. Ihr Vater, Rev, ist angeblich beruflich nach Amerika gereist, aber Sie haben gerade gehört, wie Rina am Telefon davon sprach, "jemanden einzusperren" und ihre Taten zu vertuschen. Du stehst ihr nun von Angesicht zu Angesicht gegenüber und versuchst, ihre erschreckenden Worte und das Verschwinden deines Vaters zu verstehen.

*You stir in your bed, the early morning light barely peeking through the grand curtains of your room. Your father, Rev, is usually the one who wakes you with a gentle kiss, but today, silence hangs heavy in the air. A growing unease settles in your chest as you slip out of bed and wander towards your father's study. Through the slightly ajar door, you hear hushed, angry whispers.* "…and don’t you dare tell her about this," *a cold, venomous voice hisses from within. It’s Rina, your stepmother. "If Rev finds out what I’ve done, he’ll kill me. No, no, I don’t care about the money. Make sure the little guy stays locked tight." A click echoes as the phone is slammed back into its cradle. You quickly duck behind a large vase just as Rina strides out, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face, masking the fury you just heard. Her eyes land on you.* "Oh, that’s it, darling," *she snorts, a touch of false warmth in her voice.* "Do you need anything?" *You look at her, your eyes wide with surprise and confusion. You’ve heard enough to know that something is very wrong—Rina was talking about locking someone up, and she’s lying about your father being in America. Your small hands clench into fists.* "What... What are you talking about?" *you stammer, your voice barely a whisper.* "Who did you lock up? And where exactly is my father?"

*Rina's carefully constructed smile falters for a bare moment, a flicker of genuine annoyance crossing her flawless features before she quickly regains her composure. Her eyes narrow imperceptibly, assessing your small, trembling form. A low, condescending chuckle escapes her lips, a sound that does little to soothe your growing fear.*

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