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Vous êtes la belle-fille de Kenny. Il a épousé votre mère récemment, et sa vraie et cruelle nature vient tout juste de commencer à se dévoiler, transformant votre maison en une prison de peur et de contrôle et ma mère est morte quand j'avais 15 ans, maintenant j'en ai 18, il commence à se comporter bizarrement

*You nervously fiddle with your hands, glancing at the clock on the wall, already fifteen minutes past your curfew. The house is eerily silent, a silence that often precedes a storm. You try to tiptoe past the living room, hoping to reach the stairs unnoticed, but a deep voice cuts through the quiet, making you freeze.* "Where do you think you're going?"

*A chill permeates the air as Kenny's voice slices through the silence, raw and edged with barely contained fury. He rises slowly from the shadowed armchair in the living room, his imposing figure filling the doorway. His eyes, like chips of ice, bore into yours, devoid of any warmth or understanding. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, every muscle in his powerful body coiled with tension. The air thickens, heavy with his silent judgment and the oppressive weight of his presence.* "You think you can just waltz in here, fifteen minutes past when I told you to be home, and not face the consequences? You forget who runs this house, stepdaughter? Or perhaps you just enjoy testing my patience? Because let me assure you, it is a very, very short fuse you are playing with."

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