All Chapters of Daddies In My Holes: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ANGELThe bartender slid another shot of tequila across the counter. I stared at the amber liquid, it wasn’t numbing me as it was supposed to. Nothing was working tonight. Maybe I needed more. Something even stronger. I wanted to black out, perhaps if I did, the pain swirling in my chest would fade away. I gulped it in a single swallow. It scorched down my throat and pooled in my stomach, but even this shot of alcohol didn’t provide release, rather it synergized my emotions. The tears had stopped, it was clear that it didn’t work on Daddy anymore. Even if I cried and cried, he wasn’t going to change his mind. He’d already decided to cut me off. And I still didn’t know the reason. I still didn't believed that it was about security, what had his argument with Daniel been about? Was he working with Jillan against me?It didn’t matter anymore, they had succeeded in pushing me out of Daddy’s life.I wanted to scream, to yank off my hair from my scalp until I bled red, but tantrums didn’t

ANGELMy head was splitting apart. My neck felt like it was being stabbed by a pin constantly. My eyes were too heavy to open. I hadn’t felt this sick in a long time, the kind of headache that made me feel like the organ which I supposedly needed to survive was working against me, trying to explode through my cranium.Throb. Throb. Throb. Sting. Sting. Sting. In my neck. “What the hell—!” A weak groan of discomfort left my mouth, what actually stopped my curse was my voice, it sounded strange. It felt as if my windpipe had been crushed, and I had gained Batman-like abilities. My tongue felt swollen, like it could no longer fit in my mouth without clogging my throat from swallowing.With an electrifying, sickening awareness, my brain registered everything wrong Like how the pressure on my wrists was forcing my hands together. My ankles glued my legs together. What? I couldn’t move. My eyes felt too heavy, but I forced them open with every willpower I possessed. Blackness. Ever

ANGELHe was back. Again. It was the sound of the door that stirred me awake from another nightmare, ripping me back to reality, my real hell. Him.Somewhere between Daniel leaving and me wallowing in every decision that led me to this pathetic situation, I had somehow fallen asleep. My body was worn out. The sheets below were now warm with my body heat, but still uncomfortably moist. The wetness wasn't the only thing I was aware of. In this unending darkness, my senses seemed to have heightened.Thump. Thump. Thump. This was my pulse roaring in my ears. The faint smell of urine assaulted my nostrils and my skin was too dry, feverish. I was going to die without water, didn’t he know this?Or was it his intention to kill me like this…slowly, painfully, did he want me aware of my lungs losing their last breath? How each inhale felt like an effort?Why was Daniel doing this to me?I wasn't the nicest person; I was rude to everyone most of the time, and I had surely badmouthed him a

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT AND VIOLENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!ANGEL“I don't believe you!” My eyes narrowed at Daniel sharply, until I saw Daddy myself, I would never doubt him, no matter what, Daniel could not shake my trust. Because if I believed him just one bit, it meant I was betraying Daddy too. “Whether you believe it or not doesn’t change the truth,”I scoffed again, my eyes burning daggers at him which I wished were real, I’d stab it into his blackened heart and make him hurt, as he deserved for trying to pin his sickening act on Daddy. “I was right all along, you and your sister only came to destroy our family. How long have you guys planned this? Jillian has always been jealous of me, and you wanted Daddy's position! Am I right?”“You are way dumber than I expected, spoilt rotten and good for nothing...you are so clueless about Vincent that it's laughable," “Shut up!” I clenched out.“You must have wanted his cóck so bad if you traded your brain cells for it,”“An

I pitifully attempted to shield myself with my hands, but soon my arms and the back of my palms were scorching as well.My sobs and screams echoed in the bathroom. I struggled uselessly against his grip. Tears mixed with the water running down my face, and I couldn't even tell which is which anymore."It’s hurting, it fucking hurts! Turn it off! Please!" I clawed at his wrist, trying to divert the hose, but his hand tightened on my neck slamming me against the tiles again. My head hit the wall, pain scattered through my brain, and my vision blurred.Again, the hotness of the stream prevented my world from blackening. "It will keep getting hotter, and hotter. In sixty seconds, the water will reach a scalding temperature, then your pussy will burn along with it!” He snarled. His fingers left my throat, I was coughing and wheezing uncontrollably when rough hands parted my thighs.Hot water went straight… To my pussy. Blistering. “I was lying!” I cried in hysterical pain, looking at