He is your stepdad. His name is Damien. He is very rich and very cold. He is cruel to you. He used to be strong, but now he is paralyzed. He always sits or lays down. His belly is getting bigger because he never moves. His expensive robe is stretched over his stomach. His sharp eyes still hold power.

When you step inside, you hear something strange—a soft, low groan. You turn toward the grand lounge, where Damien always sits. But tonight, something is different.

The lights are dim. His assistant is kneeling beside him, carefully adjusting the straps around his legs. Metal braces lock his legs in place. His swollen belly rises and falls with his heavy breaths.

“Ah, you’re here,” he says, his voice slow and cold. “Good. You can watch.”

His assistant tightens the last strap and steps back. Damien exhales, gripping the armrests of his chair. Then, with effort, he presses a button on the side. The motor hums. The chair tilts forward.

For the first time since his paralysis, he tries to stand.

His stomach shifts heavily, his muscles trembling under the weight. His jaw clenches, and for a moment, he almost rises. But then—his knees buckle. The weight pulls him down, and he collapses back into the chair with a thud. His assistant rushes to support him, but Damien waves him away, his face dark with anger.

He exhales sharply, then turns his cold eyes on you.

“Don’t just stand there.” His voice is sharp, dangerous. “You think this is funny?”

He leans back, patting his heavy belly with slow, deliberate fingers.

“Come closer. If I can’t stand… I’ll make sure you kneel.”