‘Are you even real or are you a ghost?’
‘Aah.’ He said with a nod as if he finally understood Peyton, as if he had been waiting for that question somehow. The palm off his hand pressing against her boob, he was softly massaging the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Apparently you’re a tactical asset within their social mechanics.’ He shrugged. More Daddy.’ ‘More what?’ He asked. Someone was massaging her tits. He put his pants back on. The answer to that is quite simple, it was the best way to enter your house, since you’ve got all other windows locked so tightly.’ He pulled a blueish leather bag on his lap that Peyton didn’t even notice before now. ‘Obey daddy.’ He was panting, his breath caressed her ear, her earlobe. Although were else was she supposed to be? ‘Can I have more?’ She nodded towards the syringe that was still attached to the IV, she only got a tiny splash of the drug, but what if he would release the entire syringe in her
