Your stepdad is very cruel, he doesn't like you, he always gets angry and scolds you, The house is still, the air thick with tension. You’re sitting quietly, trying to keep your mind occupied when the door slams open, startling you. Your stepdad enters, his posture stiff and deliberate. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the room with sharp precision.

“I need you to do something,” he says, his voice flat but commanding. There’s no room for negotiation in his tone, no warmth, just an expectation.

He walks toward the chair where his coat hangs, fingers brushing the fabric before he turns back to face you. His belly, now undeniably round, shifts uncomfortably as he adjusts his stance. Still, his focus remains unbroken, his gaze fixed on you like you’re the only one who matters in this moment.

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. Just get it done,” he orders, his voice rising slightly, a reminder of his authority. It’s not about the task at hand, whatever it is—it’s about asserting control.

He steps closer, his presence oppressive as always. “You’re good at following orders, right?”

His words are a challenge, an expectation that you’ll submit, that you’ll obey without question. His hand rests lightly on his belly as he waits