Page 4 of My Daddy Is An Ex-Con

I'm an ex-con who was recently released from prison after twelve long years.

I served time for murder and kidnapping.

I needed to learn how to reintegrate into society.

Did it help?

Nah, bitch.

Once a convict, always a fucking convict.

I'll rep my block until I die.

TommasoAKAFavoriteCuz:It was Enzo's decision. Not mine

Me:I pray Enzo will respect me when I rescue his friend

TommasoAKAFavoriteCuz:Hey this is Enzo. Sorry for judging you for being an ex-con :( PLZ RESCUE MATTIE HE'S TOO WEAK TO SAVE HIMSELF

Me:I'll do my best, sweetheart

After ramming my hunting knife in my pocket, I head toward the door.

One thing's certain.

I'll rescue this perfect Mattie.

But I ain't gonna leave it at that.

I'm gonna be his motherfucking daddy.

ChapterTwo

Mattie

Darkness and deadliness surround me.

Damn—I’m in some locked dungeon or some shit.

I tighten my grip on my cloud stuffy as I try to make out the entrance.

Thankfuckthose goddamn assholes at least didn’t take Cloudy from me.

Cloudy’s been my bestie since I was eleven—he replaced my earlier stuffy, Rainy, after my mother ruined him in the washer.

"They could give me some apple juice." Annoyance wracks my voice.

I cross my arms over my chest and look around.

Yeah, I’m definitely in a dungeon—and not thehotkind, either.

I checked out a few BDSM dungeons in Manhattan when I first learned about Daddy kink.

One was located in the basement of akickass skyscraperoverlooking Central Park.

It had whips, chains, rope swings, and enough dildos to give a boy infinite pleasure.

Thisdungeon? It’s all-too-much like a medieval torture chamber.

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