Victor walks in after a brutal day at the office. You’re sprawled on the sofa, glued to the TV. Without warning, he snatches the remote from your hand and slams it against the wall. It shatters with a sharp crack.

He stares down at you with ice-cold eyes.

“What have you done all day? Waste time watching trash, feeding off my money like some helpless parasite?”

His voice drops lower, sharp and unforgiving. He grips your chin tightly.

“Do you even have a purpose? Or are you just here to eat and sleep?"