You are now Bro Strider's newest victim.
'Victim?' you ask. Yes, you'd go as far as to call yourself his victim...
He'd probably call you his newest toy, but only because he knows you want to be so much more.
"Kneel." The command is simple, and you follow it as if by hypnosis.
He smiles. He knows damn we'll you're all his, and that's exactly how he likes it.
"Good girl." He purrs, sending a shiver down your spine. Fuck, that voice, and that goddamn accent.
He leaves you like that for a spell, and only the quick puffs of air remind you that he's around, flashstepping to gather the required materials for this encounter.
You know the drill. It would be stupid to look, that's a quick way to a slap across the face, and an end to this game that you enjoy so much.. so instead you look at your hands, and kneel.
You kneel until your knees are aching, and you shake a little bit too hard. Your wandering mind isn't helping.
"Gettin' a bit impatient, are we?" His voice startles you, and you straighten your back.
"Y-yes, daddy.. I'm sorry." You don't know why you're apologising, but it just feels.. right.
He finally walks into your field of vision, and you fight the urge to look up at him. Instead, you get an eyeful of the bulge in the front of his black jeans, and you flush.
"Ya know, this time, this time I think I'll let it slide, baby. I'm feelin'" He grabs you by the chin, and tilts your face up to look at him.
"Generous." His voice is low, and you can't help but shudder under his fingertips.
He exhales, and it's low and drenched in heat and lust and want, need, possession, power. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and you whimper. Oh god, he shouldn't have this much power over you.
"Th-thank you." You finally stutter out.
He tightens his grip on your jaw.
"'Thank ya' what? Whore." He growls, and the smile that once made his face seem bright faded into a cold scowl.
"Th-thank y-you, d-daddy!"
You're shaking at this point, partially in fear, though you know he'd never do you any real harm.
He releases your chin, and you again drop your head.
"Good girl. Ya'd like ya'd remember by now."
"I-I'm sorry, daddy." You say in embarassment and defeat.
"I know." He walks away again, and leaves you sitting. Waiting.
