A movie theater. Ten rows of comfortable red chairs line the walls and in front of it is a massive screen, the sides curving to the adjoining walls to fill the viewer’s peripheral vision. It gives the effect that you’re inside the movie, and I know just the type of movie to watch. I note the padded walls and tightly sealed doors. This room is soundproof, and I’m nearly weak in the knees with how perfect this night is turning out to be. “Zade, whatever you’re planning...” her voice trails off when I make my way to the projector in the back of the room. There’s a display screen, showing the controls of the projector, along with thousands of options of movies to watch. Some of these haven’t even hit theaters yet. I select the latest horror movie, set to come out in a couple of months. Which means Addie hasn’t seen it, and the experience will be entirely new. Hopefully, it’s a good one and has the desired effect I’m looking for. “Zade, we shouldn’t be in here,” she says, backing away towards the door. I chuckle. “Always following the rules,” I observe, messing with the buttons on the screen. “Tell me, little mouse, are you close with your father?” She sniffs. “Why would you even ask that?” “Your father is an attorney, is he not? A rule follower. I imagine you got your desire to follow the rules from him, no?” She scoffs, “No. I didn’t learn that from him.” I pause to look over my shoulder, giving her a wicked smile. “You got daddy issues then?” “IT don’t have daddy issues,” she snaps. “I mean, I don’t really. My father has always kind of just... been there. My mother was such a force that he usually faded in the background.” She finishes with another sniff, looking every bit uncomfortable. “Well, if you didn’t before, you do now,” I drawl, my smile growing as I watch a pretty blush stain her cheeks. Her eyes round and her mouth drops in shock. I want to stick my cock in it again just to give it a better use. Her skills are very refined in that area. And thinking of how she refined those skills makes me murderous for a brief moment. “Are you saying you’re my daddy?” she sputters out incredulously, bringing my attention back to her. “That’s right, baby. And you’re my good little girl,” I croon, sliding my tongue across my lower lip and looking at her like... fuck. The things I want to do to this woman. Things that would show her just how insane I can be. “T am not,” she hisses, though the protest is weak.