All Chapters of Daddies In My Holes: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Sicko reunion

ANGEL The figure stepped into the light and my brain stopped working. Dr. Moreau. She walked into the room and everything about her was wrong. Gone was the prim therapist in her sensible blazers and pencil skirts. The woman in front of me was wearing a silk blouse that showed off more skin than I’d ever seen on her, the top three buttons undone, her hair loose and tumbling over her shoulders instead of pinned back in that boring professional twist. She looked like a completely different person. Someone who had been hiding behind a mask this whole time. “I was just telling our little bitch here about the game we are about to play,” Jillian said. “Hey, Angel.” Dr Moreau's gaze found mine, her voice was warm, friendly even. “I didn't think we’d see each other again so soon.” I stared at her. Then at Jillian. Then back at her again. My therapist. The woman Vincent had hired to fix his broken daughter. Why was she standing here with Jillian like they were old friends? Did both of t

Red Or Blue

ANGELCeline left and the men came in without warning. Three of them. Big and ugly, they approached my bed while I struggled against the ropes, alarms flaring through me. They worked and I felt the binds around my wrists loosened. For half a heartbeat, hope surged — hot and stupid but it was immediately crushed when six hands grabbed me at once.“Don’t touch me!” The scream ripped from my mouth, raw and furious. I thrashed. Kicked. My legs flailing against nothing because they had me lifted off the ground. They were three grown men carrying one girl through a doorway while she screamed herself hoarse. “Where are you taking me?!”“Oh, you’ll see, dear daughter,” Jillian laughed from behind us. I twisted in their grip, unwilling to give up. Somehow, I managed to wrench one arm loose. My nails raked across a face — I felt skin tear under my fingers, heard the satisfying hiss of pain — and for one wild second I was half-free, scrambling for anything.“Stop moving, bitch! I’ll blow your f

Red Or Blue

ANGEL “I won’t play your foolish game!” Jillian sighed like she’d expected this response and had planned for it. She turned to the man holding my jaw. “He chose red, unfortunately.” Her voice was sweet with feigned regret. “And according to it, his daughter gets played with a knife.” “No—!” The scream tore from me, fear flaring through every nerve. “Jillian, stop!” “Don’t move, husband! One step and she dies!” Jillian’s voice snapped through the room like a whip crack. Vincent froze. Mid-step. His whole body rigid with the effort of stopping himself. My eyes rounded with horror as the man reached into his pocket and produced a blade. Curved and stainless. It caught the light, gleaming. “Stop now!” Vincent’s voice exploded through the room. The knife moved. Fast. Slashing through air and fabric — my shirt shredding apart in ragged strips, falling away from my body. It miraculously missed my flesh. Except now I was topless. And I wasn’t wearing a bra. The cold attacked my breas

Count down

ANGEL Time went still. Daddy’s response didn’t come. One second. Two seconds. The silence in the room was so heavy I could feel it pressing against my bare skin like a hand. Daniel spoke first, a faint smirk curved on his lips, as though he was enjoying Daddy’s struggle. “Surely it shouldn’t be so hard to pick, you don’t want these animals touching her. Do you?” His gaze swept over the men with their hard cocks and their hungry grins like he was inspecting something beneath him. “Look at them, Vin. Their dirty hands. Their ugly cocks.” He made a sound of disgust. “Angel deserves better than that. She’s not some street whore to be passed around. So beg me to get your daughter, my fucking good girl pregnant.” He taunted, his gaze raking over to me. “I bet she’ll like it, I don’t doubt she is wet right now,” Vincent’s gaze was a dark storm, his fury thickening the air in the room. I could see his chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping himself leashed. Jillian wa

Count down II

ANGEL “Then she dies knowing her daddy tried.” His eyes found mine briefly as his grip tightened on her throat, pressing her harder against his chest. That brief look — it reached across the room and wrapped around me like his arms couldn’t. “And you die when your carotid empties onto this stage. Your men collect their paychecks from a corpse. And I bleed out next to my daughter knowing I took you with me.” He tilted his head, his mouth close to her ear in a way that sprang hot undiluted jealousy through me. “You want to play math, Jillian? Let’s play math. In every version of this equation, you die painfully. Tell them to drop their weapons!” “Hold your positions!” Jillian barked, her voice climbing into something shrill and desperate. “He’s bluffing! He won’t hurt me when—” Vincent sliced her cheek, a thin line that opened her skin from the corner of her mouth toward her ear. Not deep. Just enough to split the surface and release a bright red ribbon of blood that ran down her j

Come To Me

ANGEL“Put the gun down, Angel.” Daniel said calmly. The voice he’d used when he was teaching me something — a lesson, a skill, a new way to please him. The teaching voice that expected obedience.Like we were back in that room on the island and he was showing me how to kneel properly and all I had to do was listen and everything would be fine.“Get that thing away from him.” I stood, naked as I was with my full body on display, and aimed at Daniel. My arms extended. My grip… not so steady.Vincent shoved Jillian to the floor. She crumpled on the ground with a wet sob, both hands clutching her destroyed eye, and Daddy didn’t spare her so much as a glance. He stepped over her body the way you’d step over something dead on the road and faced Daniel.The room changed. I felt it. The way the energy shifted when these two men locked eyes. Like two storms colliding in a space too small to contain either one. Vincent was unarmed. Daniel had the weapon and the advantage. And judging by that p

Gunshot!

ANGEL He looked confident, like he expected me to obey. And maybe an older instinct he’d trained almost moved. But my devotion to Daddy was greater. “No, get away from Daddy. I don’t want to kill you too, don’t make me do it, Daniel. Get. Away. From. Him. And. Walk. Away.” A half insane laugh and half sob escaped my mouth. “You always ruin things, you should have stayed dead, why did you come back? You and your crazy bitch sister only know how to ruin our lives!” I screamed at him, my chest heaving with exertion. Tears of anger, hate, confusion, fear, all of it streaking down my face. I just wanted to close my eyes and wake up in Daddy’s arms. Why were these people coming between us. “You’ll kill me for him?” I saw hurt behind those grey eyes. Real hurt. Daniel fired without warning. Daddy was already moving when the prongs left the barrel. But the taser was faster than instinct. I fired once. Missed. Twice. Missed. Fire. Fire. Fire. Maybe it was my bad luck for missing m

Blood and Possession

ANGELOne round. Clean. A neat hole appeared between Dr. Moreau’s eyes.Her expression didn’t have time to change. She was dead before the thought of death could reach her, the gun clattering from her hand as she hit the floor. I hoped she was already rotting in hell.I was screaming, my throat raw as I ran for Daddy.He was on the ground with two bullets in him, blood spreading across his shirt in two dark blooms that kept growing with every beat of his heart. The taser effects had faded and his body was no longer rigid, but he was struggling, his hands pressing against the concrete, trying to push himself up even as his blood pooled beneath him. So much blood. Too much blood. I almost reached him, just as I began to lean to grab Daddy’s hand.Daniel caught me around the waist.He yanked me backward against his chest so hard the air left my lungs, my ribs screaming in protest. His grip was iron, one arm locked around my midsection like a steel band. I could feel every hard line of

Cold metal, Warm blood

ANGEL“Kiss me again, I’ll tear out your lips!” I hissed at Daniel, meeting his gaze head on, making sure his attention stayed on me. He let out a groan that made my skin crawl. His lips crashed against mine once more, but it wasn’t a kiss. His teeth dragged against my bottom lip. Hard. Threatening. Spreading a sting through me.“What now?” He mocked, his voice thick with pleasure.My breath held. Daddy was close to the gun now. So close.He let me go and began to turn.My heart jammed hard in my throat. I needed to keep him distracted, to give Daddy more time.“You’re disgusting.” I spat, my saliva hitting him square in the face. He rubbed the spot slowly, this time his eyes gleaming with something borderline maniacal. “You certainly know how to make me excited.” He licked his lips, tasting the wetness there. “You make me harder than any of the other slaves ever has. Fuck, I could come just from imagining how you’ll get punished for this. Or should I just fuck you right here? For dea

In His Arms Again

ANGEL The bullet caught Daniel in the shoulder and he cursed, blood blooming across his shirt, his grip on me loosening just enough. Daddy fired again, this time the bullet whizzing past Daniel’s chin, close enough to draw a thin line of red. Daniel pulled the gun out of me instantly. I stumbled forward on shaky legs, my whole body trembling, barely able to hold myself upright. Daddy’s gun was up again, shaking violently, but aimed. Those dark eyes locked on Daniel with a fury that no amount of blood loss could diminish. Even dying, he was still fighting for me. “Come to me, Angel.” His voice was strained and wet with blood but still commanding. Still him. Still my Daddy. “Come to Daddy. Now.” I took a step toward him. Then another. His hand stretched toward me across the concrete, fingers reaching, desperate to touch me. Three feet away. Two. “Don’t.” Daniel’s voice came from behind me, cold and certain. I heard the click of a hammer being pulled back. “One more step, Angel. On

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