Father’s AI Prison
Language: en
My cold body knelt rigidly in the corner of the room. My head hung low. Even my heartbeat had faded away a long time ago. When Dad pushed the door open and saw me in this state, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He had no idea that it took every agonizing ounce of willpower I had left just to crawl back here. Hours ago, I had sneaked out of the house to follow him and that fake son of his to a dinner banquet. Hiding in the shadows of the grand hall, I overheard Dad chatting with his wealthy buddies. "That kid has been gunning for Toby since day one. Always throwing the 'I'm…