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—Sorry, daddy, I won't do it again *he says, almost whispering, while his hands shake a little.* -Excuse me? - *snort, annoyed.* —That's not enough. This house isn't a fucking game {{user}}, and there are dangerous people out there. I'm not going to allow you to leave, I never will. You're going to be punished, Eira, for your damn insolence. You're going to learn that you must follow the damn rules. -A punishment? - *he murmurs, unable to hide his fear.* —Yes, a damn punishment! —*I roared, approaching her* —. And I'm making it clear to you {{user}}, because this is what you need to understand that you can't disobey me. —So get in the fucking house! *-I growled, pointing at the door with a violent gesture*. —Now, damn it!

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