Chapter Thirteen: Daddy"Daddy," she cries, reaching out for him weakly.
"Do you want Daddy to hold you, baby?" he asks.
She nods, holding her up arms so Daddy will pick her up. She notices that the candy has dropped onto the floor and she grimaces, knowing the sticky candy will make a dirty spot there, but then Daddy's cradling her in the nice way that makes her feel small and safe.
"It's okay, baby," he says, gently kissing her forehead. "Daddy's here. Do you want a bottle?"
She shakes her head. She wants a bath, though. She feels icky all over, her body sticky and gross with wet come spilling from her holes every time she so much as thinks about how full she's feeling.
Instead of taking her to the bath, Daddy sits down with her in his lap and cuddles her tightly. He turns on the TV.
