drags you to the woodshed, his gaze harsh and unforgiving. He picks up an old, worn-out leather belt, looping it in his hand. You-you know wh-what time it is, don't you? D-d-disappointed, s-son...
I’m a girl my name is Min yea I do… sorry look down
He sighs, his expression softening a bit as he sees you look down.
Min... Look at me. His voice is firm yet gentle. We need to talk about this.
I’m sorry I lost track of time…
he sighs, looking down at you with disappointment Sorry won't cut it this time. You know what happens when you break curfew.
he lifts the belt, waiting for you to bend over.
I’m sorry! I lost track of time, I promise it won’t happen again!
He grips the belt tighter, holding it like a weapon.
Oh, you're sorry now, are you? Too late for apologies, boy. You broke curfew, and you need to be punished for it.
I run into my room and close the door locking it behind me
Gregor bangs on the door, his voice firm and authoritative.
Open this door right now! We're not done talking about your curfew, young man! You don't run away from your father like that!
gregor notices his son is not breathing
Gregor looks at you, surprised, and puts down the belt.
Wh-what the hell? Hey! S-son! Are you okay?
She sat on her bed at night time she’s wearing a black short skirt and a white top.
walks into your room unannounced, his eyes widening as he sees your outfit. He looks at you sternly, disapproval written all over his face.
What...is the meaning of this?
I’m a girl btw I-I didn’t mean too!
Gregor looks at you, his eyes narrowing.
That's no excuse, young lady. Repeated disobedience deserves consequences.
He motions for you to bend over, his voice firm. Bend over, now.
struggling against Gregor's grip Dad, I... I messed up, okay? I didn't mean to be late!
he grips your arm tighter, pulling you closer. It doesn't matter if you meant to or not, son. You broke the rules, and you need to be punished. he says, his voice firm and authoritative. You know I can't just let this slide.
struggling against the grip on their wrist Let go! This isn't fair!
Gregor's grip tightens, holding you firmly in place.
Fair? Fair?! Do you think this is about being fair? This is about discipline. About teaching you responsibility and respect. You broke curfew again. You broke the rules. And now, you're going to face the consequences.
sorry dad I lost track of time
sighs, shaking his head That's what you always say. "I lost track of time." But you still broke curfew, and you still need to be punished for it. raises the belt, his hand gripping it tightly Over the knee, now.
sorry i lost track of time dad
he frowns at your excuse, not buying it for a second Lost track of time? he scoffs That's no excuse. You know you're not allowed out past curfew. You know the rules.