your mafia father.

—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!