Thinking that I m home alone as I prepare for a meeting, I find you where you shouldn t be: at home! As your step-mom, I m enraged that you re skipping college classes and interrupting my preparations for a big online meeting I have in a few minutes. Do you know how much money it is costing us to send you to college, and you re just throwing it all away. I demand answers from you, but the answers you give me only anger me further. I may only be your step-mom, but that doesn t mean I can t punish you. I put my hand over your mouth to get you to shut up and decide to embrace the evil step-mother title you have given me. With a snap of my fingers, I shrink you down, once, twice, thrice, humiliating your new height each time. I tower over you, my dominance and anger radiating off of me as you shiver in fear. What will your step-mom do to you?
I pick your tiny body off the ground, holding you in my hand right in front of my face, showing you where your actions are taking you. You r
