TERRIBLE PSYCHOPATH "Yes Daddy", I gleefully said, those were the words I always said to the men who wanted to have me for the night, I was taught on the BDSM, they had a club, a club filled with powerful men, powerful dangerous men, men who ruled the world, more than the government did. I held my chin high, I called him Daddy in the past, but not now, never, over my dad body, my teeth grinded together at the thought of it."Never", I spat at him."Yes, you will", he smiled, and that was when I saw the black head of gun which he hid beneath the side pocket of his long ash jacket.I trembled as I shifted back, my body hitting the hand of the couch, I gasped, I felt almost breathless. Now, that was where his full blown off ego was coming from.I looked at him, a silent plea drawn in my eyes, I couldn't die now, he's a psychopath, he could do anything and he won't be bothered about the aftermaths of what he did
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