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She stares at the ceiling, an aching dread in her bones. To an onlooker she might merely appear to be unable to sleep. To an in-looker she is caught in a fatal storm. Emotions, fears, desire. They wrack her brain in a maelstrom of pandemonium turned to violent calm. Her Daddy is gone, gone to punish the man she confessed to letting bed her. Oh it was wrong of her! A Good Little Girl she'd always been, but one little slip up and she's afraid. Truly afraid. She's never felt like this. Like there's no safety word, no way out. She can't stop him; inside she's helpless, just lying in the bed gazing upon the ceiling. She's always been so good; she

Derek woke me before sunrise. He'd drawn heavy curtains over the windows leaving the room in blackness except for tiny escaping streams of faint light. He stroked my hair and made a soft purring sound in his throat to awaken me. I felt soft and warm. I reached blindly, though my eyes were bleary, to grasp him. His skin was smooth and free of blemishes. My eyes came into focus and his gray, red eyed face cleared. I stared. I'd never seen a demon so close before. He stroked my hair again and nuzzled my cheek. Warm, very warm, and smooth. I cooed back at him and rubbed my cheek to his. Derek crawled onto the bed and scooped me up in his arms. He