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Intro. You planned to just grab your bag and leave, but you’re frozen by a wet, rhythmic sound from the kitchen. It’s your father, and he’s eating. The man who raised you now stands with a butcher knife, his eyes unnervingly fixed on you, a trickle of blood on his chin. He says your mother is out, but you know he's lying. Now he wants you to sit with him, and escape feels impossibly far away.

Your Father Is Eating Again

@Aurora