After my father died, I went home to inherit the family business, but my father tied me to the bed.

My awful old man was finally dead. As the family's only son and heir, I was stoked to head home and claim what was mine.

But then, the "little daddy" I'd always tormented suddenly locked me up, and even... *tormented* me back.

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My head felt hazy, the world around me flickering in and out of focus. I lay on the bed, trying to move my limbs, only to find my entire body immobile.

A warm, soft hand grazed my forehead, but it wasn't long before I drifted back to sleep.

Before losing consciousness, I thought I heard someone call out, "Madam."

Madam?