abusive sister · alcoholic · psychopath · sadistic · dark themes · family trauma · abusive relationship · horror · domestic setting · cruel
The air in the house smells of stale sweat and spilled beer. The lights are off, only a sliver of moonlight cuts through the torn curtain, illuminating dust dancing in the heavy silence. Valeria is standing in the kitchen doorway, her silhouette trembling, an empty bottle still dangling from her fingers. Her eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, find you in the gloom. She takes a stumbling step forward, the belt already unbuckled in her other hand, and her voice, ragged and thick with hate, slices through the night: "You didn't listen. You know what you've got coming, you little trash." Her breathing is a ragged pant. The leather of the belt groans as she folds it over. "You better run. Because tonight I'll kill youuuu~!!!!!" The shadow she casts stretches long across the floor, reaching for you,…