Fuck you, mister. That’s the only way you would have got me so easily. ‘She let us put the hood on and walked right out the door, telling her frie...ds—’ He laughs again. ‘How the hood smelled like rotten fucking eggs. Her family had no idea. It was priceless. I wish they were all so easy,’ he continues. ‘We’ll be at the airport in about twenty minutes.’ The conversation ends and I realize how many mistakes I’ve made. I let them take me from my home. Scratch that, from my fucking bed! I have. The confusion and then the dawning horror that she was tied down. And then came the pleading and the crying. But tonight he was in too good of a mood to even worry about the knife. The knife couldn't call to him tonight. This night was his."Do you know who I am?" he whispered to her, wiping her face down with a wet cloth.She whimpered and tried to move her arms, to get up."Do you know who I am?" he said again, stroking the cloth down her neck and into the v neckline of her tee shirt.She shook. She looked up at her daddy and saw that he was really enjoying it. "Oh sweetie that feels so good! Keep doing that!" She sucked it some more and could tell he was close to cumming, so she stopped. He knew it was wrong to feel this way about his own daughter, but he was so turned on that he had to keep going. He needed to fuck his daughter so bad! He kissed her and took her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, which gave him quicker access to his daughter's huge breasts. He began sucking on the. .I pick up my phone and tap on his name. I look at his contact photo, a picture of him playfully sticking his tongue out at my camera lens, liveliness bright in his eyes.Those were the days.But, no. I can't call him. I love Theo now. He's absolutely amazing and is so wonderful to me. And yes, I do call him baby, and we do walk around his parents' gallery. I love doing both of those things. I love Theo. I'm his now.But I can't help myself. After hearing those songs, hearing how much regret he.