Daddy told me I get to sleep with him tonight much to my excitement. Tonight I wouldn't have to deal with the mean voices. We lay in bed together, him holding me as my face was pressed against his chest.

"Hailey Baby," Daddy spoke softly into the darkness, "tonight we're going to play a game." I looked at him, straining to see his face in the dark but my eyes betray me. Before I could ask what he meant, he abruptly sat up. I stiffened when I felt him rubbing my diaper in a circular moment directly over my private area. "Daddy..." I whined. This was not the same as when he wiped me.

Slowly he removed my diaper and repeated the process on my exposed body. "Daddy," I whimpered as I began to push his hands away, "please stop." Never before had any man touched me there and I knew Daddies weren't supposed to be the ones to do it.

Kill him.

The sudden voice shocked me. They are usually never present when I'm around Daddy. He began climbing on top of me.

Slit his throat.

He removed something from his pants.

Rip it off.

I felt something tearing me open and I began to scream...cry... beg.

Fight him.

Desperately I struggled to get away, my sobs only encouraging him to continue. I felt his tongue drag across the side of my face, licking away tears. It hurt. It hurt so much.

Stink your teeth into him.

"Please," I begged, "I thought you loved me." A hand suddenly covered my mouth. "I'm doing this because I love you."

Claw his eyes out.

I couldn't listen to the voices. I couldn't obey. The only person I was meant to obey was moving on top of me, taking the one thing I had left that was mine.