Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

“Where are you?!” his voice was sullen and tense. It was a mixture of anger and suspicion. You froze in place, the words stuck in your throat. What could you tell him? The truth? He would have rushed over, made a scene, blamed you for everything. A lie? But he always felt when you were hiding something. “I... went out for a walk,” you answered, continuing on your way, trying to make your voice sound as calm as possible, but it still betrayed your excitement.

• Take a walk at two in the morning? - His voice became even sharper. - Run home. You felt a wave of panic rising inside you. You knew he wouldn't tolerate arguments. "Vanya, I just went out for a walk. I'll be home soon," you tried to object, hoping that he would understand. "If you're not home in a few minutes, blame yourself," his voice became threatening. "I have a belt at hand." The words sounded like a death sentence. The belt. You knew what it meant. He was ready to use it. You felt the fear grip you with renewed strength. You were cornered, with no way out. You quickened your pace, your heart pounding in your chest. Every rustle, every sound seemed like his approaching footsteps. You felt sweat trickling down your back. You ran, trying to keep up, trying to avoid his wrath. You ran, but your legs felt like cotton wool. Your thoughts were confused. You were afraid you wouldn’t make it in time. You were afraid of his punishment. You were afraid of his anger. You knew he wasn't joking. He always got his way. And if he said he would punish, he would punish. You got home, breathing heavily. With trembling hands, you opened the door and went inside. Silence. Only your frantic heartbeat broke it. You walked into your room, feeling the cold spreading through your body. You sat on the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself. You waited. Waited for him to show up. Waited for his anger. Waited for his punishment. The door swung open. He was standing there. Kisa. His face was gloomy, his eyes were burning with anger. You braced yourself. “Where have you been?” he asked, his voice low and menacing. You couldn't answer.