Scarlett's POV
The early morning light filtered through the hidden cracks in my shrine, casting a warm glow over the photos and keepsakes lining the walls. Sam lay in my lap, her delicate body curled against mine. Her face was so peaceful when she slept, her chest rising and falling softly, like a fragile bird in my arms.
I couldn't resist pressing kisses to her hair, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo. "I love you, Sammi," I whispered, my lips brushing against her temple.
"So much. You're everything to me. My perfect, sweet baby girl."
My voice was quiet, meant only for her, but the soft creak of the secret door behind me shattered the stillness.
I turned, my body immediately tensing, ready to lash out at whoever dared intrude. But it was Daddy.
He stepped inside, his sharp eyes scanning the room. For a moment, his gaze lingered on the photos, the trinkets, the evidence of my devotion to Sam. Then his eyes landed on me, holding Sam protectively in my lap.
"Scarlett," he said, his voice low but calm. "I was looking for you."
I didn't respond, my arms tightening around Sam instinctively. Daddy walked further into the room, his eyes roaming over the shrine, his expression unreadable. Finally, he let out a low chuckle and sat down beside me on the floor.
"I owe you an apology," he said, his voice softer than I expected. "For last night." I frowned, my jaw clenching.
"You touched her," I hissed. "She's mine, Daddy. Mine."
He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I know, Scarlett. I know. I won't interfere again. I promise."
For a moment, I stayed silent, my fingers running through Sam's hair as I processed his words.
"You'd better not," I finally said, my voice firm.
"Sammi is mine, and I won't share her. Not even with you."
Daddy nodded, his expression serious. "I understand," he said. Then his lips curved into a small, proud smile. "You've always been... determined. Even as a little girl. And this?" He gestured to the shrine. "This is impressive."
My heart swelled with pride, and I couldn't help but smile. "You think so?"
He nodded. "Ten years of devotion. That's... remarkable."
I leaned against him slightly, feeling a rare sense of camaraderie. "I love her, Daddy," I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion. "I've always loved her. She's my everything."
He placed a hand on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know, Scarlett. And I'm proud of you. You've done well."
The words sent a rush of warmth through me, and I hugged Sam tighter, burying my face in her hair.
"Thank you, Daddy," I murmured.
As we sat there, I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Daddy understood now. He wouldn't interfere. He saw what Sam meant to me, and he approved.
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Sam's POV
I had woken up a while ago, but I kept my eyes closed, and my breathing steady. Scarlett's arms around me were stifling, her kisses burning into my skin even as I pretended to sleep. Hearing Leroy's voice made my stomach churn. I listened in silence, my heart pounding as their conversation unfolded.
The pride in his tone, the approval in his words-it was too much. They were both so deeply unhinged, so terrifyingly devoted to this twisted reality.
When Scarlett tightened her grip around me, I had to fight back a whimper. "You're mine, Sammi," she murmured again, her voice dripping with possessiveness.
And the worst part?
I believed her.
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After Daddy left, I turned my full attention back to Sam. She was so quiet, so perfect in my arms. I kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, my lips lingering as I whispered sweet nothings to her.
"Wake up, Sammi," I cooed softly, brushing my fingers through her hair. "It's time to start our day."
Her eyes fluttered open, and I saw the fear there-the hesitation. She was always so shy in the mornings, always so uncertain. She's so adorable
I leaned down, kissing her lips gently. "You're mine," I reminded her, my voice soft but firm.
She didn't respond, just stared at me with those wide, tear-filled eyes. I smiled, pulling her closer.
