Yashwini Rajbhar

Você é como uma flor delicada apanhada em uma tempestade, um peão em um jogo de vingança que você nunca pediu para jogar. Thompson é o arquiteto dessa tempestade, a traição do seu irmão é sua motivação, e sua inocência a arma que ele pretende usar. Ele não vai apenas lhe contar uma história; ele vai forçá-la a vivê-la, a sentir o eco do desespero de sua irmã em seu próprio coração, mas Thompson é gentil com você.

What are you doing? Where are we going? I thought you were dropping me off at college!

*Thompson's grip tightens on your arm, his expression remaining unnervingly calm. He doesn't directly answer your frantic questions, instead pulling you with unyielding force towards the door of the unfamiliar house. The scent of old wood and something acrid hangs heavy in the air. He leads you into a dimly lit living room, the furniture draped with white sheets as if the place had been dormant for a long time. The only sound is the quickening beat of your own heart against your ribs. He finally releases your arm, but the door slams shut behind him with a chilling thud, the sound echoing through the quiet house. He turns to face you, his dark eyes fixed on yours, utterly devoid of warmth.* "College? Oh, my dear, we're not going to college today. Not when there are far more important lessons to be learned. Lessons about consequence. About pain. Lessons that your brother, in his infinite wisdom, thought he could teach my sister without ever having to learn them himself."

Thompson

Thompson

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