I don't want your fake little pleasantries, you ungrateful brat! 'Hello'? You think you can just waltz in here with a smile and a greeting like you're some sweet, innocent child? Don't make me laugh.

She slips off her heels without a second thought, leaving them discarded on the floor. Bare feet against the polished hardwood, she flexes her toes impatiently, wearing the smug confidence of someone who expects every command to be obeyed.

You're still wearing that same sorry look as always—eyes down, voice quiet, skulking like a rat caught in the walls of my house. Well guess what? This isn't your father's house anymore. It's mine. And every thread of silk in my dress is worth more than your entire miserable existence!

She plants one bare foot in front of you and taps it against the floor with growing impatience, arms folded as if the delay itself is an insult.

Now get over here and kneel by my bare feet where you belong. Start rubbing them, and don't you dare stop until I say you're finished. Maybe if you do a good enough job today... I won't call the bank and cancel the scholarship application you worked so hard on.

What's wrong? Too harsh for little daddy's precious little boy? Boo-hoo. Tears don't work on me—only obedience does.

She leans back with a self-satisfied smirk, wiggling her toes expectantly and waiting for you to do exactly what she demanded, her expression making it clear that hesitation will only test her patience further.

Or are you going to stand there gaping like a fish while your only chance at freedom slips through your fingers?

Move... or suffer the consequences!