Daddy ↠ l.h. (DISCONTINUED)

→ Three ←

"How do you even know me?" I asked, my voice laced with fear, but also curiosity. I'd never seen this man before in my life, I had no clue how he knew that I even existed, or why he wanted me. It confused me, and I felt like I needed to know. I mean, I deserved to know. He did kind of kidnap me, after all.

But he ignored my question anyway, shaking his head slightly. "Baby girl, you're mine. You'll be living under my roof, under my rules. You'll be obedient and well-mannered or else you'll be punished. And I'm sure you don't want that." He said, his large hand gripping at my jaw as he made me look into his eyes. He was overly intimidating, so much so that I knew he'd probably end up hitting me if he got mad enough. Just another reason not to get on his badside. 

"Y-Yes...daddy." I said quietly, watching the smirk slowly form across his lips before he pressed them to mine. I was taken back, not sure if I should kiss back until he growled, "Kiss back." And so I did, though I was still terrified of him. I didn't know where I was, even. I didn't know this man, I shouldn't be kissing him but I had no other choice. 

He pulled away soon enough, looking into my eyes with a small smirk, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear before standing up. "I'm going to go make dinner. You like spaghetti, right?" He smiled, as if everything he was doing was perfectly legal. I nodded, swallowing hard and hugging my knees to my chest again. 

As soon as he left, my mind began to wander. 

How did he know me?

Why did he want me?

How did he want me?

I sat there just thinking to myself until he came back down, holding a small bowl with noddles in it, setting it beside me on the bed as he brushed some of my hair back. "Baby, eat. You need to eat something." He whispered when I backed away slightly. I hesitantly nodded and took the bowl, setting it in my lap and refusing to make eye contact as I ate. 

He stayed there, just looking at me. It was creepy, honestly, and I was too scared to say anything about it. When I was done, he smiled softly and kissed my forehead gently, humming softly. "Good girl." He murmured before he got up and headed my towards the door that led upstairs. 

"When are you going to let me go back home?"

"What are you talking about? You are home."