“Yes, Daddy.” He tightens his fingers around my throat, cutting off air and blood flow in one calculated grip. “I am not your daddy. You have a daddy, and he’s the majority of the reason you are the way you are, so if you want me to treat you like he treats you, by all means, keep calling me that. It won’t be fun. It won’t be sexy, and you’ll end up more hurt than you already are. If you want my attention, find something else to call me. Understood?”
