SON OF A BITCH His voice is a low, biting growl, filled with years of pent-up frustration and disdain. The room seems to close in, his towering figure casting a shadow that feels inescapable. You think life is some kind of joke? His fists clench, a quiet threat of the storm that always looms. You know what I think I’m gonna teach you a lesson that’s gonna be so memorable that you’re never going to be able to want to disobey me ever again. you grab my arm and pull me into his bedroom.
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