Page 33 of Mind Games

I didn't feel anything but disgust when I spoke about Violet. Because of that bitch I had to put up with three more years of Tom’s abuse. Her trial wasn't for another six or seven months, but I wanted her to rot in jail. I wanted her to sit in a cell and ruminate the way I did for years. The way I almost destroyed myself because of that nasty bitch.

“Do you think you could be Violet’s psychiatrist in jail so you can fuck with her head?” I asked as the wicked idea hit me because I knew Daddy could be a vicious bastard when he wanted to be.

Daddy stopped walking, and I turned to see what the problem was. He grabbed my ass and began to maul my mouth. I didn't know what got into him, but I jumped up onto his thighs. He caught my ass and pulled me up until I could wrap my legs around him.

I hope that meant yes.

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“Mmm, I’m so stuffed. How can you cook like a chef, Daddy? You do it so quickly, but it always tastes amazing. You know, I’m kind of jealous,” I said as I rubbed my belly.

Daddy smiled at me, and my eyes dropped to his injured knuckles. They had scabbed over now, but he caught the other man’s teeth, so it would take a few more days to heal.

“Why are you jealous?”

“I can't cook anything nice for you in return. Most of my food was ready-made meals or straight-up junk food. No one taught me how to cook, and when I tried, I found cooking for one was depressing.”

“Baby, I love feeding you. Look how nicely your sweet ass has filled out,” he said playfully before grabbing a handful of my ass.

He also loved spanking it with the ‘Daddy’s Cum Slut’ paddle. I wiggled on his lap just thinking about it.

“I love you, Daddy,” I said softly as I put my head on the crook of his neck. “I’ve never loved another person before. Thank you for everything, Daddy. You gave me everything I needed and more.”

“My sweet girl. I've been waiting for you to tell me,” he said as he pulled my pigtail to the side. “Daddy will always love you until my very last breath.”

A single tear rolled down my cheek because, for the first time, I believed his words of love for me. We didn't have therapy sessions daily anymore because I didn't need as many. Daddy forced me into a position where I had to learn about my brain and its function.

All the books and time he gave me had been crucial for my progress. He never locked me away again, but I wasn't sure if it would have bothered me if he did. He nurtured me in a way that healed a significantly damaged part of me.

Daddy wiped my cheek. He never missed a thing.

“I’ve got you a new necklace, so you will always remember,” he murmured, then stroked my cheek.

I perked up with excitement, and Daddy laughed. The happiness on his face warmed my heart because it reflected my own.

Chapter 24

Nathan

The afternoon was sunny, but it only shone after the rainfall, much like life. I sat on the bench and looked at the gravestone. The name on it was Joshua Matheson, but the remains inside were of Dr Nathan Daniel Lewis. The young Frenchman whose life I stole lay in my place, dead. He bore my old name on his gravesite.

I did everything to erase who I used to be and managed to reinvent myself when I crossed paths with Dr Lewis. I hadn’t returned to the graveyard for years. Part of healing Daisy healed my own demons. I was no longer the frail boy who was abused by his mother’s boyfriend. Or the angry monster who couldn't control his bitter contempt for the world.

Daisy’s life had been virtually parallel to mine, except she didn't turn out to be a killer. I killed my rapist and hers. Tom died a little each day. I loved watching him deteriorate. It would be a triumph to see Violet go down for a murder that I’d committed. She poisoned her husband, but I’d placed the poison in their house.

Over the years, I’d killed so many people that I’d lost count. People spilt all their secrets to me, and I took note of their sins before I hunted the worst of our society. They wouldn't say outright that they were paedophiles, but I always found the evidence. At times, I would wait years until I set up the perfect death for them. The justice system was flawed, and it did not protect children.

Daisy didn't know my basement was once a torture and kill room. My shed had a lifetime supply of tools and rolls of plastic sheeting. It’s not that I didn't trust her, but I didn't want her to carry my burden or worry about me.

I smiled faintly, thinking of how much she loved her new gold heart necklace. It had a thick, circular but hollow chain with a polished heart and a simple inscription. I never wanted her to forget that her Daddy loved her.

Daddy Loves Daisy.

My sick, twisted girl, who glimpsed at the monster in me but loved me regardless.

I stood up to stand beside the gravestone.

“Thanks for the last twelve years, Dr Lewis,” I said before I hesitated to leave. “I told you that I would get my shit together. It’s a pity you turned out to be a sick bastard.”

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