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Daddy's Home
Nov. 16th, 2016 02:35 pmIt had been, without a doubt, the very last thing anyone would have expected Deckard Shaw, hardened criminal and internationally wanted killer, to do. But when Namine had fallen almost literally into his life, something inside of him had demanded that he take the young girl in and make her his unofficial ward. Certainly, the authorities would have preferred the term "kidnapped", but he knew he was giving Namine a far easier, more comfortable life than she would have found in any governmental system.
Even if he did have certain demands in return.
He'd texted ahead to let Namine know he was coming home from a job and that he expected everything to be as he required if she was "a good little girl". That meant that the small, but expensively furnished, well secluded house was clean and in order, that Namine was groomed and dressed as he liked, and was waiting and ready to service whatever needs he had on arriving. Sometimes that meant a meal, other times a bath, but most of the time, it meant she needed to be prepared to offer her body to "Daddy". What made the system work so well, Shaw knew, is that he knew Namine liked things exactly that way.
Locking the front door behind him, he announced his arrival. "Darling, I'm home!" he called out, then headed up to the master bedroom where he expected to find his little girl.
Even if he did have certain demands in return.
He'd texted ahead to let Namine know he was coming home from a job and that he expected everything to be as he required if she was "a good little girl". That meant that the small, but expensively furnished, well secluded house was clean and in order, that Namine was groomed and dressed as he liked, and was waiting and ready to service whatever needs he had on arriving. Sometimes that meant a meal, other times a bath, but most of the time, it meant she needed to be prepared to offer her body to "Daddy". What made the system work so well, Shaw knew, is that he knew Namine liked things exactly that way.
Locking the front door behind him, he announced his arrival. "Darling, I'm home!" he called out, then headed up to the master bedroom where he expected to find his little girl.
