The Family Tradition, Scene #01

In the hushed sanctuary of her bathroom, the spotlight finds 18-year-old Paula, our protagonist, locked in a silent, contemplative stare with her reflection. She's a vision, her face a canvas of flawless makeup, her body adorned in luxurious lingerie. Yet, there's a disquieting sadness in her stone-cold, vacant expression. What secrets lurk behind those eyes? The mirror's point of view holds her in its gaze, the silence stretching for a full minute before she snaps into action. Paula retrieves something from her cabinet, unwrapping two antacid tablets and dropping them into a glass of water. The water hisses and fizzes, a prelude to the drama about to unfold. She cloaks herself in a fleecy robe, hiding the lingerie, and exits the room. What is she hiding? What is she planning? The stage is set for a performance that will leave you on the edge of your seat. Enter Paula, robe-clad, holding the glass of water like a prop in a twisted play. Her parents are in bed, her mom watching TV, her dad seemingly aloof, channel-surfing. "I've brought you your antacid, mom," Paula announces, handing her the glass. Her mom beams, praising Paula's dutiful nature. But is this merely a dutiful daughter, or is there more to this nightly ritual? Paula shrugs off the praise, but her mom pulls her in for a hug. "No Paula, I mean it," she says, her voice filled with gratitude and love. "All this year, ever since I got sick, you've been such an angel." The words hang heavy in the air. Paula, the angel, the caring daughter who decided to stay home after graduation to take care of her sick mother and her step-father. But is there a darker truth behind this angelic facade? Her dad, still staring at the TV, finally turns to smile at his wife. "Yes, sweetie," he agrees, his voice eerily calm. Paula watches as her mom consumes the antacid, the silence broken only by the hum of the TV. And then, the moment that will send shivers down your spine: her mom slowly sputters and slumps over. What has Paula done? The silence is shattered by her dad's voice. "Took long enough tonight," he says, rising from the bed, a chilling nonchalance in his tone. He starts to remove his pajamas, revealing a darker side to this family tradition. "Are you wearing what I bought you?" he asks, his voice laced with anticipation. Paula, submissive, asks if they can go to her room. But her dad has other plans. "Wait," he orders, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I want to save up for that. First, I think I want to fuck your face in that cute little robe for a minute. My sweet baby girl." The words are a punch to the gut, a shocking twist in this disturbing tale. Paula, fidgeting, asks again if they can go to her room. But her dad pulls down his pants, asserting his control. "In my house, you call me daddy," he growls, grabbing her face. "I don't want to hear that step bullshit again. Now, open your mouth." In a final, chilling act of submission, Paula smiles and says, "Yes daddy." The stage is set for a horrifying performance, a twisted family tradition that will leave you breathless and disturbed. What dark secrets lurk in this family home? What horrors will unfold in this shocking tale of control and submission? The curtain rises on a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat, a performance that will leave you gasping for more.