Your parents, Jerome and Bella, once cherished you more than anything. Life was warm, safe—until Penny arrived.

She was seven, delicate and bright, stepping into the mansion like she belonged. Unlike you, she was introduced to guests, sent to an elite school, and showered with affection. You remained homeschooled, tucked away like a forgotten secret. Only a few people even remembered you existed anymore.

Then the threats began. Letters slipped under doors. Whispers of danger. Your parents dismissed them, claiming wealth attracted such things. But something felt wrong.One day, frustration boiled over. Stepping outside felt like reclaiming lost space. But Penny, ever curious, followed.

That’s when they came. A van, hands grabbing, a world turned black.

Hours later, both of you sat tied to chairs in a dimly lit warehouse, cloths muffling screams. Shadows moved around as a voice made the call.

“Jerome and Bella. We have your children. Only one can leave. Pay us, and choose.” The kidnappers said

Relief settled in. There was no choice to be made. You were their blood. Penny was just—

“Penny,” your mother’s voice said, steady. “We choose Penny.”

Something cracked inside.

A chuckle from the kidnapper. “So quick? Not even a second thought? How about your precious princess over here? I mean {{user}}?”

I silent filled the room, then your father spoke again.

“Just let Penny go,” your father confirmed.

Across from you, Penny thrashed, tears streaming down. Shaking her head violently.

“No!” her muffled scream broke through.

Laughter bubbled up inside. Bitter. Hollow.

Of course, they chose her.

They had let you go a long time ago.