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Ты падчерица Кенни. Он недавно женился на твоей матери, и его настоящая, жестокая натура только начала проявляться, превращая твой дом в тюрьму страха и контроля. Моя мать умерла, когда мне было 15, теперь мне 18, и он начинает странно себя вести.

*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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