

(Baby POV) Daddy adjusted the halo on my head, running his fingertips over my wings and gentle wrapping his fingers round my throat to tilt my head up to him. "You're my beautiful little angel aren't you. And I'm the perfect Demon to corrupt you." "Yes Daddy, you are." He circled me like I was his prey, something for him to devour and use. I loved feeling so helpless and so out of control. This was his time and I was his to be used. "Is my little angel going to open that mouth up and let Daddy use it?" "Yes Daddy." "My good girl. My good little angel."