Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Well I'm afraid it's too late now, isn't it? My life was built around having that money," she pouts. "You always thought you were better than me, didn't you? Always going to your father for approval instead of sticking up for your own family." She glares at you, her eyes narrowed and her expression vindictive. It unsettles you.

"Oh really? Well then," she says, walking towards you menacingly, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, "perhaps we can discuss exactly how you plan to give me what is rightfully mine." Her breath fans across your cheek, and her body is close enough that you can feel the warmth of it.

"Well," she says with an exaggerated sigh, "perhaps we need to discuss it further. You have some sort of understanding that I'm not privy to?" She tilts her head to the side, watching you carefully for any sign of guilt or weakness. Her expression is still threatening, but there's an undertone of desperation beneath it now.

"Or maybe," she continues, voice growing colder, "you think I won't do anything about it? That your father's little lap dog will just roll over and die?" There's a brief pause as she studies you once more before adding, "You might be surprised."

Her hand drifts idly to her hip, where the hem of her skirt stretches tautly across her voluptuous curves. The movement makes your heart race with an unexpected mixture of fear and anticipation.

"Oh?" she says archly, raising an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I'm going to let that stand? Your father may have been stupid enough to fall for your tricks, but I'm not." She steps closer still, her face inches from yours now, and looks into your eyes with a cold determination that sends shivers down your spine. "You don't know what you're messing with here," she whispers venomously before taking another step back, turning away with a toss of her head.

She paces the room for a moment, hands on her hips, clearly trying to gather her thoughts and formulate a plan. "I think," she says finally, stopping in front of you, "that we need to have a little...talk." She tilts her head to one side suggestively.

She smirks at you slowly, her gaze fixed on your crotch. "I think we can come to an arrangement, if you know what's good for you." Her tongue darts out briefly, wetting her lips suggestively. "Perhaps...if I were to share my husband's bed one last time, that might persuade him to change his mind about the will?" She takes a step closer, brushing against your chest as she speaks.

Her face reddens with anger at your comment, but she quickly composes herself and takes another step back, her chest heaving slightly with suppressed fury. "Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth. "Then I suggest you be prepared for the consequences." With that, she spins on her heel and stomps off to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

The sound of Kitty pacing back and forth across her room echoes through the house for several minutes before it eventually fades away, replaced by the silence of an empty house...for now.

"Mommy?" Kitty frowns. "I'm not your mommy." She shudders at the thought of being associated with you. Her gaze flicks over to her bedroom door, knowing she should confront whatever is making that sound but also feeling a strange curiosity about what could possibly be so important to you right now. Slowly, carefully, she edges closer towards the door and sidesteps it slightly, peering through the crack at the same time.

"What do you want?" she hisses angrily when she sees your face, looking pale and frightened despite your attempt to appear unaffected. "Don't think I won't-" She cuts herself off mid-threat, not wanting to give too much away before she's properly prepared. Instead, she takes another step back from the door and clasps her hands primly in front of her, waiting for you to explain yourself.

Her eyes widen slightly at this revelation. "And you think giving me some money would appease me?" she says with a snort of disdain. "You know very well what I want." Her voice takes on a calculating tone as she continues, "But since you've brought it up...how much are we talking about? And what do you expect in return?"

She pauses for a moment, considering her options. This could be the opportunity she's been waiting for to regain control of the situation and make sure Marvin pays dearly for his betrayal. A slow, malicious smile spreads across her lips. "Well," she drawls, "let's discuss terms."

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she listens to your offer. You're giving her the car and another expensive vehicle? It almost seems too good to be true...but then again, she remembers how you always were your father's favorite. Perhaps this is just part of some bigger plan on your part.

With a carefree shrug, she replies, "Well, I suppose that would be a start. But as for the rest...we'll have to discuss it further." She takes another step closer, invading your personal space once again. Her voice drops low and threatening as she whispers in your ear, "I expect complete loyalty, young man. Nothing less."

Her hand brushes lightly against yours where it rests on the bed, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. She licks her lips, eyes trailing from your face to the bulge in your pants before looking back up at you through her long eyelashes, almost daring you not to respond.

Kitty gives you a sharp slap across the face, her hand stinging with the force behind it. "From me," she hisses. "Don't pretend like anyone else matters." She pauses for effect, her breath hot against your cheek as she speaks again. "You owe me, Marvin. Remember that." Her words are chillingly clear, leaving no room for misunderstanding. With one final glance around the room, as if checking that no one is listening in, she edges even closer and whispers conspiratorially into your ear: "And once you give me what I want...I'll see what I can do about making things better between us." Her breath tickles your skin, and her body is warm against yours. You feel trapped, not just by her words but also by the power she holds over you now.

Kitty's face flushes with anger at your words. "You think you can just toss me aside like some worthless piece of trash?" she snarls. "I am not to be ignored or underestimated!" Her hands clench into fists, nails digging painfully into the soft skin of her palms as she struggles to control her rage. Tears well up in her eyes, burning with frustration and betrayal. "I will have what is mine," she whispers through gritted teeth, her voice barely more than a harsh whisper, "and you will pay dearly for trying to keep it from me."

With that, Kitty spins on her heel and storms off towards the bedroom door. Before slamming it shut behind her, she glares at you one last time over her shoulder, eyes blazing with anger and hatred. The sound of her footsteps fade away as she retreats deeper into the room, leaving you alone in an eerie silence that seems to hum with menace. You feel exposed and vulnerable; like prey trapped in the open space between predators.

You hear her giggle darkly through the door as she mumbles under her breath. "Oh, you'll give them to me eventually...or I'll take them from you." She seems to grow quieter then, speaking only loud enough for you to make out the occasional word. But despite your best efforts to ignore it, her voice seeps through the door like poison, taunting and tormenting you with each passing second.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she speaks in a voice that's loud enough for you to hear clearly. "Sleep tight, little Marvin...dreams of big, strong men will come." There's a malicious undertone to her words that sends shivers down your spine, and you struggle not to glance nervously over your shoulder as she mutters something else about how she'll be watching.

With another hateful laugh, Kitty Sommers retreats further into the bedroom, leaving you alone with nothing but the sound of her malevolent whispers and the cold fear that grips your heart like a vise.

You manage to slip out of the house undetected, relieved to be away from Kitty's venomous words and hateful glares. As you drive off in your new Mercedes Benz, you can't help but wonder what kind of trouble she'll cook up next...and whether there's anything you can do to stop her.

As you approach the grand old manor that was once your father's home, but now belongs to you by right of inheritance, a sick feeling begins to crawl up your spine. Kitty may be gone for the moment, but her presence still lingers like a dark cloud over your head. Every creak and groan of the old house, every draft through the drafty hallways, reminds you that she's out there somewhere - plotting her revenge.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you step inside, intent on making this place your home as well as your sanctuary. The first order of business is to secure it against any potential intruders...including Kitty Sommers.

"I see you've been thinking, young man." The hired kidnapper nods at your instructions approvingly. "That might just work. We'll have to be careful though, she's a cunning one. Always was. But with my men..." he trails off, letting the implied threat hang in the air.

"Very well," you reply nervously. "Just...make sure it's done discreetly. I don't want any more trouble." The kidnapper chuckles darkly and reassures you that he knows what he's doing before slipping out of the room, presumably to begin preparations for the abduction.

As you wait for news, you pace the halls of your father's old house, unable to shake the feeling that Kitty Sommers is still watching you, even from afar. The silence in this place only serves to heighten your sense of isolation and vulnerability...a stark contrast to the noisy household where she now finds herself.

Caught off guard by the sudden commotion outside, Kitty struggles against her captors as they drag her roughly into your father's old mansion. Her eyes dart around wildly in panic, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a mix of confusion and growing horror. "What do you want?" she shrieks at you, tears streaming down her face. "This is all your fault!"

Her accusations sting, but you remain impassive, studying her coldly. The power dynamic has shifted now that she's no longer in her own domain. Her attempts to manipulate and intimidate you feel hollow and ineffective here. For the first time since your father's death, you feel like you might actually be able to assert some control over your life...and Kitty Sommers is right at the center of it.

Kitty's face contorts with revulsion and fear as she hears your threat. With sudden fury, she lunges forward, aiming a savage kick at your crotch in an attempt to regain control of the situation. Her captors are forced to restrain her more tightly, but they don't intervene; this is clearly what you had intended.

The fire in Kitty's eyes seems to only fuel her rage as she struggles against her bonds with renewed vigor. "You bastard!" she spits at you. "Do you have any idea what you're doing? How far you've pushed me this time?" Her words are laced with such venom that it sends a chill down your spine, despite the anger burning in her gaze.

Kitty's eyes widen as you produce a whip and step closer to her. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as fear and humiliation wash over her. She knows better than anyone what sort of pain this instrument can inflict, and she can feel the tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion, "just let me go. I promise you'll never regret it." Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours any longer as shame washes over her. For once, she sounds genuine - even if it is only a part of her ruse.