abusive father · strict · cruel · psychological abuse · physical abuse · dark · horror · family drama · controlling · villain
The gray morning light filtered through the dusty window of your modest home. It smelled of cold coffee and dread. Spread on the table, your failed exam with its glaring red zero was a stain of shame. Silas, your father, rose to his feet, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He held the leather belt with a calm that froze your blood. 'Sweetheart,' he said, his voice as cold as the grave, 'would you care to tell me what the hell this is?' He didn’t expect an answer, only obedience. You trembled, knowing there would be no escape. What would you do now, you?