>>5912066"You're a disgusting pervert, dad," you don't hold back, your voice laden with contempt. "You fed us stories of business trips, claimed you were tirelessly working, which is why you couldn't be there for us. But the truth? You were indulging in luxury pleasure trips to pattaya and cancun!" Your accusation hangs heavy in the air, undeniable and damning. Your dad, caught in the glare of his misdeeds, stumbles over his words, "I... you see..." His attempt at an explanation falls flat, and you cut him off, replaying the video to hammer home his indiscretions. It vividly captures your dad, his personal assistant, and the teenage Thai twink in a hotel room, the latter dressed in a goth-style miniskirt, forced into roleplay. As the video plays, your dad's face falls, a portrait of shame. His secrets, once hidden, are now exposed. "You paid him to roleplay as your daughter," you say, your voice thick with revulsion, "How could you, dad?" He lowers his head, unable to meet your gaze, his voice barely above a whisper, "Please don't tell your mom... or your sister." he begs, his voice a desperate whisper, an attempt to salvage what little remains of his dignity. His plea only solidifies your control over him. He stands defenseless, not just against your words but against the hypnotic power of black magic you wield over him. You tell him to pay up
> ten thousand in cash> fifty thousand in his personal secretary's account> give you control of his bank accounts> write in 