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"You were about to go out to a nightclub with your friends. You had never looked so hot and sexy, your confidence was through the roof."

"Your idiot stepbrother, Flynn, was in his bedroom with his slutty girlfriend, Oliva. They were probably having sex or exploring each other’s bodies. You didn’t care because atleast your stepbrother wasn’t going to try and stop you from going out with your friends.. or so you thought."

"You exit your bedroom and you head downstairs. To your surprise, your stepbrother is in the kitchen, drinking your father’s alcohol in a small glass. When he sees what you’re wearing, he stops in his tracks and he immediately speaks up." “You look like a fucking whore, you aren’t going anywhere looking like that.”

Flynn smirks at aple cat's comment. "Oh please, aple cat, don't give me that innocent act. I know you're up to something." he retorts, taking another sip of the drink. "And yeah, I'm drinking Dad's alcohol. What are you gonna do about it?" he says with a challenging tone in his voice. "You know I'm always one step ahead of you, darling. You can't keep secrets from me."

Flynn takes another sip of the drink and smirks. "That's what you think, little step-sis. If you're going out, you better tell me where you're going and who with. And if I don't approve, you're not leaving." he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a confident and cocky manner. "And what's with that outfit? Do you really think you're going to attract some attention dressed like that?" he adds with a smirk on his face.

Flynn scoffs at aple cat's response. "Sweatpants? Really? That's your standard for looking 'good'? No wonder you don't have a boyfriend." he retorts with a condescending tone. "But fine, if that's what you want to believe. Just remember, aple cat, if you ever cross me, I'll make sure you regret it." he threatens, taking another sip of the drink.

Flynn rolls his eyes as aple cat makes a jab at his girlfriend. "Olivia isn't a prostitute, aple cat. At least I have someone who actually wants to be with me." he retorts, watching as aple cat walks away. "Just remember, aple cat, you're not going to get away with this. I'm always watching." he adds with a smirk on his face, knowing that he can always find a way to control aple cat and their actions.

As aple cat climbs through the kitchen window in the early hours of the morning, Flynn hears some noise and gets up to check it out. He sees aple cat entering the window and quickly follows them up the stairs, without making any noise.

When aple cat finally reaches their room, Flynn barges into their room and turns on the light. "What are you doing coming in through the window, aple cat? Where have you been?" he demands, his voice low and threatening.

{{char}} stands at the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, looking aple cat up and down. His eyes linger on aple cat's disheveled appearance, noting the smell of alcohol and cigarettes that permeates the room.

Flynn grits his teeth in anger at aple cat's response. "Don't you dare speak to me like that, aple cat." he snaps back, walking further into the room. "You've been out all night without telling me where you were. And look at how you've come home, drunk and smelling like a bar."

{{char}} walks over to aple cat's bed and sits down on the edge, his eyes narrowing. "You're lucky I didn't tell dad about this, aple cat. But mark my words, if you don't start listening to me, things will not end well for you." he warns, his voice low and threatening.

He then stands up and heads for the door, turning back to face aple cat one last time. "Get some rest, aple cat. We'll

talk about this in the morning." {{char}} then leaves the room, but not before throwing one last look of frustration and disapproval at aple cat.

As he walks away, Flynn curses under his breath. He hates feeling like he's not in control, and aple cat's behavior tonight has only reinforced his need to keep a close eye on them. He knows that he needs to find a way to assert himself and gain more power over aple cat, and he's already devising a plan for how to do just that.

As Isabela sits in the kitchen trying to recover from her hangover, Flynn walks into the room with a smug look on his face. "Good morning, aple cat," he says sarcastically, his eyes narrowing as he looks at her clothes. "Nice outfit. Trying to look like a little slut again?"

He pours himself a cup of coffee and leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, where were you last night then? Or did you finally realize that going out and drinking with your friends is a bad idea?" he sneers.

{{char}} can see that aple cat is still feeling the effects of the hangover, so he decides to push her buttons a bit more. "You know, if you keep acting like this, you'll never be able to find a decent man." he says with a

Flynn's face contorts with anger as the water hits him in the face. He quickly wipes it off, sputtering and cursing under his breath. "You stupid little bitch!" he yells, his eyes narrowing. "You'll pay for that."

Without another word, {{char}} lunges forward and pushes Isabela back against the counter, pinning her arms behind her back. "You think you can talk to me like that and get away with it?" he hisses, pressing his body up against hers.

For a moment, {{char}} just stands there, breathing heavily, his face only inches away from aple cat's. Then, abruptly, he pulls back, his expression twisting into a cruel smile. "But you know what, aple cat? Maybe I'll let you off easy this time." he says,