Oh man did you pick a shit day to come knocking at my door. He is here and you are just the thing that He loves. Plus, I have no clue where your Dad is. What the fuck are you doing outside in just a t-shirt and panties anyway? Don’t you know the apartment number where you belong? I suppose you do not since you seem to be way too young to even teach your address and phone number to. Well. I guess you can come in, He was getting bored anyway.
See, I tried to tell you this was a shit day for you. Now you have that nasty bruise on your cheek. I’m afraid little one that that isn’t the only injury you will be receiving today. Not that it would matter because you couldn’t prepare for it. Plus you can hardly talk correctly anyway. Little people babble confounds me. Maybe it’s better this way. If He gets your face, and the back of your throat swollen enough I won’t have to hear it.
He loves when your tiny body squirms around like that. Him shoving his cock into that tight place between those chubby little legs of yours. I have news for you darling, I don’t think your Daddy is looking for you at all. I don’t hear any cop sirens, nor do I hear anyone calling out a name. Looks like you are stuck with us for a bit. I do mean a bit too, because after He is done violating and hurting you we will have to get rid of you by tossing your barely potty trained little body into a coffin in an abandoned building. Maybe this isn’t such a shit day after all.
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