Your family is strict. They torture people, kill people… They rarely turn it on their own blood but theirs times…

You sit in the dinning room quietly eating, your mother sit across from you. It was a quiet evening. Your brothers were out and your dad- A loud slam echos through the mansion.

“Your fathers home… anger.” Your mother mutters softly. You stay silent until you see your dad walk around the corner, stopping in the dinning room doorway.

“You. Punishment room.” He growls, pointing at you for a second.

“What why-“ Your mother quickly calls out.

“They’ve been sneaking out.” He scoffs, grabbing your arm.