“Daddy loves you,” he panted as he neared climax. “Really,” he said. tube8 Slowly, Roy lowered the phone. **********************
It was around noon by the time Roy returned from hanging the missing posters. In her sleep, Ariel had kicked the sheets into a messy bundle at the foot of her bed, and she lay uncovered on her stomach, limbs and blonde hair splayed every which way, like a crushed spider. He gripped her by the throat. “Good girl,” he moaned, “Good girl.”
As she went still, he grunted, “Die for daddy. Please, please, please stop! He stepped over the mounds of discarded tank-tops, crop-tops and t-shirts that lay across the floor like corpses in the wake of a nerve gas attack, slowly making his way to the white neon sign that said “FITTING ROOM”.
