Victim: Pop tarts, and book it back upstairs
From Create Your Own Story
You run back to your room as fast as you can, but crash into your dads hairy chest before you can enter the hallway. He's dripping wet, towel wrapped around his waist, his huge frame blocking you.
"Now where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Nowhere, dad. Just my room." You try to squeeze past, but he grabs your arm and throat, pressing you up against the wall. your breath catches. "haven't I told you about running in my house?"
"I'm sorry dad, it wont happen again, I promise." your whole body is trembling now.
what happens next?
