Not Over My Dead Body!
The stench of his sweaty sock was overwhelming, making me gag.
“No, stop! What are you doing? I’m telling the truth! Is this how you treat your elders? I’m really your dad’s sister. You can call him and confirm!”
I tried to run toward the door, but two more men grabbed me, and the sock was shoved into my mouth.
“Sister? Ha! You’ve got to be kidding me. Playing some twisted game with an old man, calling each other siblings when he’s thirty or forty years older than you? You’re pathetic!”