“You know why I’m doing this, don’t you, Daisy?” “Because I didn’t eat today,” she says in a high-pitched whine. “Because you scared me, baby. You scared the fuck out of me. Now I want to hear you scream and cry and thrash, because at least then, I’ll know you’re alive and well. Scream for me, Daisy.” She shivers under my hands before whispering, “Yes, Daddy.”
