LOGINANGELI shook my head. That was a line I couldn’t cross. The last piece of myself I had left. The final wall between who I used to be and whatever I was becoming.“Angel.” He pulled back to look at me, his expression soft but his eyes burning with something that looked terrifyingly like love. His voice was thick with obsession. A hunger that would never be satisfied, no matter how much of me he consumed. “Say it back.”“I c-can’t.” My voice broke on the word. “Please. Please don’t take this from me too. You’ve taken everything else. My freedom. My body. My mind. Just… let me keep this one thing. This one lie I can tell myself.”A dark look flickered across his face. “It’s not a lie, though.” He positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against me but not pushing in. Teasing. Tormenting. I could feel how hard he was, how desperately he wanted to bury himself inside me, but he held back. Waiting. “That’s what scares you, isn’t it? It’s not that you can’t say
ANGELHe kissed me.His lips moved against mine slowly like he was asking permission even though we both knew he didn’t need it. We both knew I’d give him anything he wanted right now, starving as I was for touch, for contact, for him.I kissed him back.The moment our lips meshed together, something inside me cracked open like an egg.The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming, and a low groan rumbled from his chest into my mouth. His hands moved from my face to my hair, fisting in the strands, tilting my head back so he could take more. Take everything.I let him.This bastard had stolen me from Daddy and gotten me pregnant. The right thing to do was to push him away. Bite his lip until it bled. Snap out of this pathetic, needy state I’d fallen into.But then what?I’d go back to being lonely and miserable. Counting ceiling tiles and talking to myself. Going slowly insane in this beautiful prison while he watched from the shadows.I was so tired of fighting.
ANGELI was bored.It’s a strange thing to feel, given everything. I should be terrified of having Daniel’s baby and plotting my escape or doing something other than lying on this bed, staring at the ceiling thoughtlessly.But I was just… bored.Days had passed since Daniel dropped his bomb about the baby. Maybe a week. Maybe two. I’d lost track of time entirely.I guess time moved differently when you had nothing to mark it with—no phone, no computer, or any contact with the outside world. Just this large fortress and the endless silence that pressed against my eardrums.Daniel had been scarce.He left early in the morning, before I woke up, and returned late at night, after I’d already fallen asleep. Whatever he was working on consumed him completely.We hadn’t talked much. Not really. Ever since the day he’d shown me those documents and watched my entire world collapse around me.I should be relieved by his absence. Deep inside, I knew I should be grateful for the reprieve from his
DANIEL “I don’t know.” Her voice was barely a sob, her body still shivering as she clenched her eyes shut. “I don’t know anything anymore.” There it was. That beautiful, perfect confusion. That uncertainty that would be the foundation of everything I built next. She broke down completely then, collapsing against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “Why?” She choked out between sobs. “Why did this have to happen to me? Why can’t anything just—why is everything so—” She couldn’t finish. I held her while she broke. Poor little Angel. Life just kept shitting on her from a great height. Good thing Daddy was here to clean her up. To put her back together. I made soft, comforting sounds. Rocked her gently. Pressed kisses to the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair—my shampoo on her skin. Mine. Everything about her was becoming mine. My scent on her body. My baby in her womb. My cum probably still coating th
DANIEL She wasn’t moving, not even when I gathered her shivering body in my arms. Angel sat frozen, the medical documents now clutched in her trembling hands, staring at them like somehow the words would rearrange themselves into a different truth. They wouldn’t. I’d made sure of that. I held her and waited. Patience. That’s what this moment required. Patience and the kind of restraint that made my muscles ache with the effort of not pushing harder. If I moved too fast, pressed too aggressively—she’d retreat. She’d rebuild those walls I’d just demolished and I’d have to start all over again. So I waited, and let the information sink into her bones. But her tears were bothering me. Not because I didn’t like seeing her cry—I fucking loved seeing her cry, loved the way her eyes got all red and swollen, the way her bottom lip trembled in a way that got my cock excited. But the knowledge that these tears weren’t for me burned like acid in my chest. She was crying for him. The life
ANGELI woke up screaming.Or maybe that was just in my head. My mouth was open but no sound came out—just a dry, cracked wheeze that scraped against my raw throat.I was in a bed. A familiar bed. Soft sheets that smelled like his cologne.Daniel’s house. Daniel’s bedroom. Daniel’s fucking prison. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together how I got here. The last thing I recalled was the world going black. Daniel had been pulling me toward the examination room. His hand on my waist. The instruments waiting inside. The doctor preparing everything. The—My hand flew to my stomach.I pressed down and felt the soft give of flesh beneath my fingers. My frantic fingers searched for something, anything—a swell, a hardness, proof that my baby was still there. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t exactly feel anything different. My stomach was flat. Or was it? Had it always been this flat? Was there supposed to be more? Less? I didn’t know what I was looking for.
ANGEL Daddy still looked indifferent, his demeanour was still calm as usual. Was he aware that he was gaining an erection? Was he responding to my slight “Mistake” of a touch? His eyes roamed my body freely now, “You don’t seem to be bleeding, I’ll take you upstairs first so you can rest on y
ANGELHe stepped back, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his sleep pants. He pulled them down slowly.His cock sprang free. Hard. Flushed dark. The head swollen and glistening with a bead of precum that caught the morning light. Heavy. Thick. Curving upward slightly like it was reaching for
ANGELI kissed him back. Tasted him. He growled into my mouth and the kiss turned feral — teeth and tongues and fury. . . Something underneath that was starving.He pressed me further onto the couch and his weight came down on me. His hips landed between my thighs and I felt him — hard, straining,
ANGEL I was washing my hands when the bathroom door swung open behind me.I looked up in the mirror and saw him—the man from the booth. He was standing in the doorway of the women’s restroom with that confident smirk, his eyes already moving down my body like he was unwrapping a gift he’d bought







