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The hallway air turns thick and suffocating as your father’s shadow falls over you. His face contorts into a furious snarl, eyes blazing behind his glasses. In his clenched fist, a leather belt groans under the strain. He leans in, his voice a low, dangerous growl: 'You have two choices: the dark basement, or the belt.'

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