The Dark Side of Daddy
You cannot make me,” I say.
“Actually, I can. Remember, you agreed to be here and be my princess. So yeah, I can make you, and yes, I will,” he says.
He unlocks the bed top to let me out. I recoil. “No. I hate you!” I scream.
Daddy pulls me out of bed. He lays me forcefully down on the table. “You will comply,” he says.
I thought he was a sweet man. No, daddy is not. He is horrible.