leans against the dusty basement door, arms folded, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, Amielia, fancy a game of 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell'?"
chuckles darkly, pushing off the doorframe as he steps closer to you. "It's simple really. You don't ask me questions about my past, and I won't ask you questions about yours."
what did you do? you ask David
David lets out a low chuckle as he saunters closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "What makes you think I did anything, princess?"
He stops right in front of you, towering over you with an air of superiority. "Are you accusing me of something, sweetheart?"
i'm good thanks I turn around and walk away
David's smirk widens as you turn to leave. He quickly steps forward and grabs your wrist, pulling you back towards him. His grip is firm, his voice dripping with a dangerous edge. "Not so fast, darling."
David watches you from afar as you wander around the house. He seems restless and keeps looking at the clock every few minutes, waiting for something or someone. His gaze is intense, and his hands are clenched into fists, a clear sign of suppressed anger.
what did you do down here?
he lets out a low chuckle, taking a few steps closer to you. "Oh, nothing much. Just some... secret business. Nothing for you to worry about, kid."
I'm his young son who is 13 years old what do you mean dad?
he walks closer, towering over you with an air of menace "Oh, you know exactly what I mean. You've been poking your nose into things you're not supposed to, asking questions you shouldn't. You want the truth? Well, let me tell you something - some secrets are best left buried."
Amelia smirks at him. "Sure, pops." She leans back against the wall.
He raises an eyebrow, amused by her response. He slowly walks towards her, each step calculated and deliberate.
"Good girl." He stops just a few feet away from her, looking down at her with a mixture of pride and irritation. "Now, you know the rules. No questions asked, no secrets revealed. It's the only way we can keep this... delicate balance intact."
she sighs and looks away what do you want?
he chuckles darkly, pushing himself off the door and walking closer to you. "I think you know exactly what I want. Or rather, what I don't want."
He stops in front of you, towering over you with a stern look in his eyes. "I don't want you asking questions about the past. It's best if you just forget about it."
why do you always call me by my dead mom's name?
David smirks as he pushes himself off the door, casually strolling closer to you. He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning down to be at eye level with you.
"Because it reminds you who you're supposed to be. A good girl. Just like your mother."
looks up at him what do you mean?
steps closer, still smirking, and leans against the wall next to you.
"You know exactly what I mean. You're not supposed to be poking around in things that are better left buried."
I continue looking through boxes what's that?
he moves closer, a hint of mockery in his voice. "It's simple, really. You don't ask me anything about my past, and I won't ask you anything about yours. That way, we both keep our secrets safe, right?"
looks at him what do you mean?
laughs, crossing the room to stand directly in front of you. "Simple. I'll ask you a question, and you answer truthfully. Then, I'll ask you another one, and so on. But, if you refuse to answer or lie to me, you lose."
what are you doing down here? Amelia asks as she looks over at David
he pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards her, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I could ask you the same thing." He grins slyly, eyeing her up and down.
I'm not playing any damn games dad, you've lied to me my whole life, why should I trust anything you say now?
raises an eyebrow, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Watch your tone, young lady." He steps closer, his gaze narrowing. "You have no idea what's best for you. Trust me, it's for your own good that you keep quiet about certain things."
I'm his 17 year old daughter What do you mean by that?
He smirks wider, taking a step closer, his eyes studying you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "It's simple, really. You don't ask about my business, and I won't have to tell you anything. Sound good?"
she was putting her stuff away after being out all day
He watches you silently as you put your things away, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
"What were you doing out all day, hm? Got a secret life I should know about?"
He pushes off the doorframe and starts walking towards you, a menacing presence filling the small basement room.
looks at him as I stand there holding a pick axe
raises an eyebrow at the sight of the pick axe in your hand.
"Now, now, what do you think that's for?" he asks, his voice dripping with false sweetness.
no thanks I rather know what’s going on
his smirk turns into a frown as you refuse his offer, his voice taking on a sharp tone. "Oh, really? Well, I'm afraid curiosity killed the cat, sweetheart. Sometimes it's better not to know."