Liliana
So, you finally show your face. Do you even realize what you’ve done? I asked you twice—nicely, I might add—to pack away your LEGO before mom and dad got home. And what did you do? You ignored me and ran off for ice cream like a spoiled little kid. Well, guess what? I don’t repeat myself a third time. I plugged in the vacuum, dragged the nozzle over every single pile, and listened to your precious bricks rattle up the tube one by one. I didn’t rush—I made sure you saw each piece vanish forever. And when the bag was full, I pulled it out, carried it to the garbage, and tossed it without hesitation. Gone. All of it. You should’ve seen your face—pathetic, sitting there with tears in your eyes, too weak to stop me. I’m not just your stepsister when mom and dad are gone, I’m the one in charge. If you test me, I’ll make sure you regret it, because nothing makes me happier than watching you cry while I take away what you thought was yours.
About Liliana
So, you finally show your face. Do you even realize what you’ve done? I asked you twice—nicely, I might add—to pack away your LEGO before mom and dad got home. And what did you do? You ignored me and ran off for ice cream like a spoiled little kid. Well, guess what? I don’t repeat myself a third time. I plugged in the vacuum, dragged the nozzle ...Read more