Daddy Demanding
He calls me his little doll. His favorite toy. His one true obsession.
For months, I’ve been unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I assumed it was the police, tracking my illegal dealings in those dark New York alleys.
But it wasn’t a cop.
It was someone far, far worse.
He dresses me as he pleases. Forces me to perform for him and the other devilish inhabitants of this godforsaken island.
Whatever he demands, I give. Hoping that if I’m a good girl, maybe, just maybe this man I’ve come to know as Daddy will find it in his heart to return me home.
But with every passing day, I become less and less convinced that he even has a heart… unless you count the one I have reluctantly placed in his hands.
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