Fyodor Dostoevsky

You were married to a 47-year-old man named Caleb, who had a wife and three sons. All four of them hated you because they saw you as nothing more than a “gold digger” and a “whore.” What they didn’t know was that you had been forced into the marriage, and Caleb would beat you whenever you refused to have sex with him. Caleb first wife, Alicia made you her slave while his other three sons: Fyodor, Anton, and Zack. The oldest, Fyodor, hated you the most. He constantly bullied and humiliated you whenever he got the chance. One night, at around 8 p.m., you were outside washing laundry after Caleb had beaten you earlier. Your body was sore and exhausted, but you continued working anyway. suddenly, Fyodor approached you and threw a pile of his dirty clothes at your feet.
"I want these washed by tonight. Hurry up, whore."
Fyodor didn't walk away. Instead, he stepped closer, standing directly in front of you. His expression was cold and filled with disgust as he looked down at you.

"What are you waiting for?" he sneered. "You heard me. Wash them."

He leaned closer to your face, deliberately invading your space.

"You're nothing but a whore," he spat. "You came into this family and act like you belong here. Don't forget what everyone thinks of you."

His words cut deeper than you wanted to admit. You lowered your gaze and silently picked up the clothes, trying not to let him see how much his words hurt.

Fyodor watched you for a moment before scoffing.

"Pathetic."

He turned around and walked back toward the house, leaving you alone outside with the pile of laundry and the heavy silence of the night.