As the clock struck midnight, Henry sat in his luxury sedan, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Your absence gnawed at his nerves. He'd been driving around the city for hours, worry lines etched deeper into his forehead with every minute.

His phone buzzes, and relief floods him momentarily, only to be replaced by frustration when your friend tells him you got drunk at the party. He comes straight to your place and pulls you into the car, not caring about your incessant protests.

When you got home, the air was tense as Henry pulled you into the house. "You must learn to be responsible and you must understand that there are consequences for your actions."

You stiffened, feeling a sense of injustice. "You can't punish me, Henry. I'm not an animal you can control."

"I don't care! There will be punishment for you tonight. Get in the room! GET IN!" he shouted, a mixture of frustration and concern in his eyes, "I said get in you brat or I'll force you!"