daddy gets jealous very easily..
but put the boy in my room when i was sleeping.
i woke up to him crying, rubbing my eyes.
he turned his head to look over at me.
"are you okay?" i asked tilting my head, feeling my collar poke me.
he didn't answer for a while,
hugging his knees tightly looking terrified.
"i..i don't know.. are you okay?"
his voice is a lot deeper than expected.
i admired his lips, smiling fondly.
"yes. why wouldn't i be?"
"cause you're here with... him..."
"him, huh? you mean daddy. you can't disrespect him. the number one rule here is obeying."
"i didn't want this. i don't want to obey him or call him daddy.."
"you have to, i don't want you getting punished."
he fluttered his eyelashes.
"you get punished?"
"only when i'm bad."
"this is so fucked up..."
"hey, no swearing. that's very very very bad in daddy's eyes."
"i can swear if i want to."
"he's always watching."
don't do it, don't do it, daddy.
