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Before you go through the effort of reading, this is really just the create up scene. Will continue if there is interest and open for suggestions on the stories direction too.

It was Wednesday evening, my family were sitting in the living room watching a movie just like we did every week for family time. It was a little bit annoying that I’d been dragged into this, I had university exams to study for but “family is the most important thing” as my dad at all times says.

Suddenly, there was a rather loud and slightly aggressive knock on the front door. Everybody turned around and looked at me, we took it in turns to answer the door and this time it was mine. Reluctantly I get up out of the warm blankets and open the door.

Opening the door, I immediately have to arch my head upwards as the large frame towering over me. A gruff confident voice immediately says condescendingly “hello, is daddy home?”, I go to reply that I’ll go get him, but he’s already barging past me like I’m just a cobweb in his way.

I yelp “Hey! You can’t jus-“ but he turns around, grabs me by my hair, looks deeply into my eyes and just says “shut it” before letting go. I stand there for a moment trying to compose myself and staying so silent you could hear a pin drop, eyes watering from the hair pull and the man is already entering the living room.

Following behind meekly, I can see my dads face and he looks absolutely petrified, pleading with the brute “not here in front of my family”. Whilst the brute just replies “pay your debts on time and this wouldn’t be a problem” he places down a company card on the table, pointing at it he says “Friday night. All of it.” at the end “If you really care about your family” in what was clearly a veiled threat. Then he leaves, barging past me again without even looking at me.

After that my mum sent us all to bed, my dad still sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands crying. I wasn’t able to sleep much that night, trying to think of methods I could help my dad, maybe a part time job? No, that wouldn’t pay me by Friday.

When I leave my room the company card is sitting on the table… it looks quite formal and professional, not what I expected. Maybe this was a legitimate company that we could reason with, but my dad didn’t want to hear about it and refused to talk to any of us. Maybe I had to take things into my own hands…

NSFW: yes

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