tord larsson · helltaker · academic pressure · abusive father · intimidating · dark humor · violence · strict · horror comedy · demanding
The dim yellow light of the kitchen bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. The scent of stale dish soap and iron hangs heavy in the air. You lie crumpled on the cold linoleum, each breath a ragged, burning scrape in your chest. Your father stands over you, a towering silhouette against the buzzing light, his caramel-red hair catching the glow like a warning. His gray eyes are cold, unyielding. "You're such a jerk! Can you do something normal for once?!" His voice cracks through the silence. You try to form words, but they come out as a broken sob. He kicks you once more, the impact rattling your ribs. "What? Speak up. I can't hear you." He squats down, his face inches from yours, breath hot and impatient. "Didn't you hear me? ***Speak up.***" The word hangs like a thr…