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“I never taught you-” | “I never taught you-” | ||
| - | “Must be genetic | + | “Must be genetic then.” |
| - | + | “Then it’s from your mo-” | |
“Good to see I didn’t get your pension for bullshit.” | “Good to see I didn’t get your pension for bullshit.” | ||
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Your father’s face is bright red and the veins in his face look like they’re going to burst. You’re attempting to get him angry on and it’s working. You decide to see how far you can take it before he snaps. | Your father’s face is bright red and the veins in his face look like they’re going to burst. You’re attempting to get him angry on and it’s working. You decide to see how far you can take it before he snaps. | ||
| - | “Did mom take your balls when she died? Are you scarred | + | “Did mom take your balls when she died? Are you scarred 'cause you know you can’t intimidate me? Have you lost your muscle and don’t want others to know? There are so many possibilities, should I go o-” |
You’re cut off as he wraps his fat, powerful fingers around your throat in a death grip and pulls you into the air. | You’re cut off as he wraps his fat, powerful fingers around your throat in a death grip and pulls you into the air. | ||
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*[[Accept his offer, groveling in fear]] | *[[Accept his offer, groveling in fear]] | ||
*[[Try to reach for your dresser]] | *[[Try to reach for your dresser]] | ||
| - | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb| | + | {{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}} |
[[Category:Rampage]] | [[Category:Rampage]] | ||
Current revision as of 06:07, 14 August 2021
You glower at him before letting a chuckle escape you. After another, you burst into laughter, making sure to be very loud. Your father is very confused, completely unaware of what you’re laughing at.
“You honestly believe that I have any reason to respect a single thing about you?” you taunt. “You’ve never given a single ounce of respect to me. Why should I to you? Because I’m your spawn? There’s a lot more to being a parent than blood!”
That last part in particular gets him especially fired up.
“Little bitch! I don’t know where this ego of yours came from-”
“I guess I really am your daughter.” you mock.
“I never taught you-”
“Must be genetic then.”
“Then it’s from your mo-”
“Good to see I didn’t get your pension for bullshit.”
“Watch your fucking mouth or-”
“You’re one to talk.”
“You let me finish my sent-”
“Why? So you can berate me some more?”
“Now see-”
“So you can talk about how you hate me?”
“Young lady-”
“So you can shit on my mother some more?”
“Listen here-”
“So you can make another threat about beating me?”
“Fucking brat!”
“You know, you make a lot of those, but you never follow up on them. What’s up with that? I remember walking in on horror shows of blood and violence as a little kid. What the hell happened?”
Your father’s face is bright red and the veins in his face look like they’re going to burst. You’re attempting to get him angry on and it’s working. You decide to see how far you can take it before he snaps.
“Did mom take your balls when she died? Are you scarred 'cause you know you can’t intimidate me? Have you lost your muscle and don’t want others to know? There are so many possibilities, should I go o-”
You’re cut off as he wraps his fat, powerful fingers around your throat in a death grip and pulls you into the air.
“Now you listen here! I’m the head of this house! You wouldn’t be here without me! I’ve been nothing but merciful to you! So you do what I tell you to, when I tell you to, or I’ll give you a lot more than some scars!”
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