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Death showed up and he wanted to set me free.
Give me a chance at a normal life.
But I have a black spot on my soul. And his idea of normal is not for me.
What I want is a daddy.
A dark daddy whose soul is blacker than mine.
Whose touch is my center of gravity.
And I need him before my master comes for me.
I’m not ready to be free.
But I refuse to die in the cage designed for me.
She's a bird with clipped wings.
A liability I don’t need.
She’s a manipulative little baggage who cries so sweetly when she begs and calls me daddy.
And I’m addicted to her tears.
It’s a mistake to keep her.
I need to get rid of her.
My brother will come for her.
But it’s too late.
She’s mine now.
Anyone coming for her, will have to make it through me.
I cut the last notch in the end of the ginger root to make it a butt plug.
She has the face of a Disney Princess, and a body that would lead a saint to sin. I’m no saint.
I hold it up getting a sick thrill at the misery on her face. Yeah, this will be more fun for me than her.
“This is going to be your punishment. You’re going to remember this the next time you want to manipulate Daddy to get your way.”
She’s already wet, her pussy glistening with it.
“Daddy’s twisted angel.” I trace her opening with the ginger, letting the exposed spice of the root mingle with her natural nectar. “All perched and splayed like such a good girl, just waiting for me to hurt her.”
She frowns at this and I tsk.
“Lily, Lily, what goes on in that head of yours? Daddy’s not sure just yet, but I’m going to enjoy learning you. Breaking you,” I say, taking my time. Enjoying toying with her. “You may have thought you were escaping with the nicer brother, but you just moved from one sadist to another. But you know that, don’t you? You like it. Hunger for it. That’s why you manipulated me into bringing you home with me.”