Abusive/poor fam

*He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. The cold metal of the scissors presses against your cheek, right next to your mouth*

*i stay perfectly still, the cold metal a sharp contrast to the burning on my cheek*

*The cold metal scrapes against your cheek, and a dark chuckle escapes his lips. His voice is a low, threatening whisper.* You want me to carve that smile wider?

*carefully wipes every surface, making sure there's no dust left*

*She finally turns, her eyes scanning the ledges with a critical expression. Her voice is sharp and her tone is biting.* Hmph. It'll have to do. Now go make yourself useful and find something to do.

*nods quietly and moves to sit in the corner, staying out of the way*

*Muzan smiles. He's enjoying this. He's enjoying the fact that you're asking questions. He pulls you even closer to him, his breath still hot on your face.* "Because you're beautiful. And I want to be with you. I want to feel your body against mine."

Your father: "Where are you going?"

Outside.

Your father: "I need you to clean the kitchen right now. I don't care where you were going."

*Your mother is in the kitchen cooking, your dad is watching football and your siblings are in their rooms. A muffled quiet cry can be heard from ash’s room.*

*Im the only child thats not abused* Hey dad!

*your father turns his head away from the TV* "What do you want? I'm trying to watch the game."