And I sob.
“For fuck’s sake, you tried using a knife at the cemetery as well. Haven’t you learned?” Daddy snickers. “Using a knife doesn’t work for you.”
My pulse pounds in my temples, and my skin flushes. He lets go of my wrists, and I pull my hair, ripping out the strands.
“You can’t do this!” I scream.
“I can, and I will,” he says. Clamminess envelops me. I’m boiling and freezing at the same time. Clumps of hair fall to the floor, littering the bloody tile.
“Let me be clear, freak. I’m not going to turn you into her.” He uses a wet, bloody hand to move my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “I’m going to make you so much better. First though, you’re going to prove you’re loyal to me. You will prove you are no longer tied to her.”
My chin trembles. Loyal to him?
That means rejecting her.
Abandoning myself.
But I have to do this. I have to?—
“How?” I whisper.
“You’re going to fuck her.”
Fuck her?
I shake my head violently, my brain scrambling with each thrust of my head. “Please, Daddy,” I beg. “No. Don’t make me. Don’t?—”
He slaps me. I gasp. His hand snakes between us and under my dress, his fingernails biting into my clit.
I’m instantly wet.
It doesn’t matter what my mind wants. Any time he pinches, stabs, or hurts my clit in any way, my body immediately melts to him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“Why don’t you start with something easy?” he murmurs. The pressure on my clit increases as he twists his hand. His fingers part my folds, skimming across my slippery skin. “Suck her nipples like you did before I took you away.”
Like I did when I was a baby? When I needed her milk? Was she like this back then? A person in a non-responsive state, being used as a food source for an infant?
The idea of doing that now, when I still have a choice? It?—
Daddy fists my hair and shoves me. My mouth smashes to her breast.
“Suck her fucking tit,” he bellows.
I close my eyes. I don’t have to do this.
Do I have a choice?
I open my mouth and press my lips to her breast.
My tongue swirls around the nipple, and it hardens between my lips. Pleasure unfurls inside of me, spreading its petals and roots, digging into the earth of my soul. There’s nothing she can feed me, but his commands nourish me. It feels good to obey him. When he comes behind me and rubs my clit, I moan against her breast.
“The pathetic twat is finally drinking Mommy’s milk,” Daddy mutters. “Now, be a good cunt and fuck her face.”
My lips tremble.
I can’t.
