Heat kissed my body. It absorbed it, drinking it in with ease. I hit the ground, my view obscured by the curling tongues of orange and red dancing bef...re me. My sword slammed into the cobblestone with a jarring force.The fire died. I blinked and then whirled around to see a slender girl in ruby armor slamming a flaming sword into my chest. It hit my iron body and bounced off. The girl stumbled back, eyes widening in shock.I backhanded her, my metal fist slamming into her breastplate. Flames. I didn't want another enema.She filled me until I was bloated from the warm water."Don't you spill a drop," she said as she told me to stand.I desperately struggled to keep everything inside of me as she pulled up my transparent plastic panties. Next, she took me over to the large mirror on the far wall and made me turn so that my butt faced the mirror. There were two long chains hanging from the ceiling that she attached to my wrist cuffs."Hold it as long as you can."I was standing on a tiled. It feels really good when mommy rubs it and it also lubricates her va-jyn-a,” enunciating the words carefully so I understand.“Mom, what’s a va-jyn-a,” I askShe moves her hand lower and plunges two fingers into her wet hole.“You see where my fingers are now? That’s mommy’s vagina. This is where you came out of when you were born!”My mouth gapes open. “How did I fit in there,” I ask enthusiastically.“Well it may look small now sweetie, but the vagina can actually stretch very wide! Do you want. Fifteen. I don’t know when I started, but in every conversation I have with my father I count the words he allows me to speak. Allows. Permits. ‘Rai!’ Leo is in front of me, hands on my arms shaking me. He’s wearing a new expression: terror. ‘Are you okay? Who was that? What did they say?’ He did it again. I swore I’d never feel that numbness again, but my father always draws it out of me. Curling my fingers and toes, I try to come back to myself, hear the world around me, smell the food.