"D-Daddy, h-hey, s-stop i-it," I stuttered as my hands covered my face. He peed a lot on me right now. Every time he spits on me, my body jolts.     ''See? You are hiding your face from me because that is the face of a guilty person," he whispered but with full of pressure as his teeth gnash. He stopped peeing my face.        "I-I don't know what did I do, D-Dad?" I cried. This instance made me remember how I suffered at the hands of Dr. Karsyn.     Daddy Dominick is starting to make similarities to what that Dr. Karsyn did to me.      "Did not do anything my dick!" He walked away from me and grabbed his phone. "Fuck you damn shit slut! I loathed you till death right now, Keatton,"&n

    Right after I released my own sperm at the shower, the anticipation and the eagerness of Daddy is very evident on his face.      He patted me dry after we took a shower. He keeps on whistling as he dries my body. Daddy and I were both naked in his room.     And as I saw him, there's this wide and joyous smile plastered on his lips. I don't know how should I react to it.      Should I be happy because he is smiling? Or should I be worried by those smiles?     I feel like I am burning myself willingly in the fire right now. But I already accept whatever will happen to me right now.      Maybe Dominick is right, I am b

    Daddy Dominick lay his body on top of me. His nose breathes on my neck. "You still smell like vanilla," he licked on it that made me tickle.     "D-Daddy" my neck folded. He chuckled as he hugged me tightly. I hugged him in response also.      Wish I could stop time and will keep us in this position. Hugging and... not beating.      "Baby," he called he looked up and meet my gaze. "Yes, Daddy?" I smiled at him. He caressed .y face that made me close my eyes along with my tears.      "S-Shhhh. B-Baby," I felt his thumb wiping my tears. My senses told me to cry. Neither I know what was the reason behind it but only my eyes could answer it. &n

"Oh, Lord! Who did this to you?" Daddy laughed at me. Poor him. I think I know who did this. He had blood all over his neck and sprits of it on his neck. And oh my God! His upper lips swelled. "Is it my Dad?" He looked away and did not respond. Jeez! Daddy William goes beyond at this point. "Did my Mom teamed up with Dad?" Please say no. I don't know what I should feel if ever Mom did. My parents are indeed overprotective when it comes to me.Daddy Dominick shooked his head. "I think it would be better if you let me come in," I snapped my head. "Of course, Dad," I moved aside as he comes in. If you could only see how bad his face right now, I swear... I closed the door. Daddy sat on the couch. He removed his shirt. "I'm sorry," and sat beside him. There's a cut on his eyebrow, a semi-black eye on his left one, and his lips are swelling. "Relaxed yourself and I'll clean you,"

    Left alone in the house again. It has been a week since things passed us by. Still the same. Nothing changed. Dad and Mom's company has been decreasing the sales drastically.    But on the other hand, Daddy Dominick and I are going stronger. We sort things out. Forgive each other. And promised to be honest.     Every night and day, Daddy Dominick always text me and takes video call. He's been guarding me but not to the point where I feel choked.     Hah! Why do I always get cramps on my legs, back pain, and a throbbing neck every time I clean the house?  "Oh, God!" And my body lay on the couch.    Dang! This is the typical me. When boredom hits me. The only thing that I would like to do is to clean the house.     Yes! I do the cooking! Yes! I do the cleaning! That type of vibe. Do you know what I mean? Haha