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Angela Shyna.
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 the wall
DANIELShe 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 she’d i
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.
DANIELI caught her before she hit the floor. Instinct. Reflex. Couldn’t let her crack that pretty skull open on the linoleum, could I? I stood there holding her, looking down at her face. Pale as paper. Tear tracks drying on her cheeks. Lips still swollen and pink from being wrapped around my cock.She looked ruined. Destroyed. A beautiful wreck that I’d made with my own two hands.My cock twitched in my pants. Already half-hard again just looking at her.Down, boy. Not the time.I carried her to the examination room, shouldering the door open, and laid her on the bed. Her hair fanned across the pillow like a halo. She looked like some kind of angel.My ruined, broken, perfect little angel.The rage from earlier was gone. Burned out somewhere between hunting her through the corridors and spilling down her throat. All that was left now was something that felt uncomfortably like disappointment.“Fuck,” I swore, staring at her closed eyes.What the hell was I supposed to do when she wa
ANGELWhen I finally got his pants open, I pulled him out and wrapped my fingers around his length. He let out a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest, his hips bucking slightly into my grip.He was thick and hard, already leaking at the tip, his cock twitching in my grip like it was as eager as he was. Veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed and swollen. I’d touched this cock hundreds of times. Had it in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. Had learned every ridge and vein and sensitive spot because my survival depended on knowing how to please him.And now I was going to use that knowledge to save my baby.“Bad girl,” he breathed, looking down at me with something like awe. Pride. “Now show Daddy what that nasty little mouth can do.”I leaned forward, lips parting—“Wait.” His hand shot out, gripping my chin, stopping me an inch from his cock. The head brushed against my lips but he didn’t let me close the distance. “Not yet. I want to enjoy this.”He traced
ANGEL“Then try harder.” He released my face and sighed heavily. “You know what? We’ll wait. I’ll give you… let’s say sixty seconds. One minute to get yourself under control. And then we’re going to have a conversation about consequences. Sound fair?”Nothing about my entire fucking life since the day he’d taken me had been even remotely fair.But I nodded anyway, what choice did I have?I stayed on my knees, still clinging to his legs like he was a life raft instead of the iceberg that had already sunk my ship. Tried desperately to slow my breathing. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. In. Out. Like those yoga videos I used to watch when I was bored. Back when my biggest problem was what to order Mrs Martha to prepare for dinner.Breathe in the positive energy. Breathe out the negative.Breathe in the psychopath. Breathe out the urge to scream.“There you go.” Daniel’s hand returned to my head, petting slowly. Approving. “Good girl. See? You can do it when you try. You just n
ANGEL“You won’t do it,” I challenged, sitting up slowly. My shirt had ridden up, exposing the strip of stomach above my shorts. I didn’t fix it. “You’re not like Daddy.”I was using Daniel’s ghost like a blade. “Daddy wouldn’t give warnings like you, he’d have already spread me open with his bare
VINCENT The next morning, I prepared breakfast, grateful for the routine. The eggs were scrambled exactly how she used to like them. The toast cut diagonally. Fresh fruit arranged on the plate. A glass of milk because she needed the calcium. Normal things that a father would do for his daughter.
ANGELEverywhere we went, Vincent’s eyes followed me. Too close. Dark and watchful. It was almost like he was expecting me to do something crazy at any given moment.Maybe I would.I’d just wanted to get somewhere I could breathe without feeling his presence in every corner. But he wasn’t even a
ANGEL “No.” I pulled the bag closer to my body, glaring at him even as panic spread through me. How did he know? He moved in a rapid blur, yanking it from my grip with a strength that made mine very weak in comparison. I screamed and lunged for it, trying to grab it back, but his arms were long







