ANNABEL
My heart was slamming in my chest, my head all f****d up, thinking about Daddy, his hands, his damn mouth, as he walked me through the hallway. This hallway was different from the ones I’d been to, darker, hidden, like it was guarding some secret s**t. We reached a door, and in one quick move, he pushed it open, locked it behind us, the room pitch-black, and I couldn’t process what the f**k was going on, where the hell we were.
Then the lights flicked on, and a gasp tore from my lips when I saw what this room was for. It was decked out in blue and white, my favorite colors—how the f**k did he know?—with red flowery designs curling on the walls, pretty, but that wasn’t what grabbed me. There was s**t all over: ropes, chains, whips, paddles, cuffs, vibrators, a massive bed with bla
