bimbeth: ditzy-dolls:Pia watched Daddy go inside. He was getting… something. Her mind was t
bimbeth: ditzy-dolls: Pia watched Daddy go inside. He was getting… something. Her mind was too foggy and buzzy to remember what they were doing here. It was too hard to think, so she didn’t. She just sat in the car. That was easy. That felt nice. After a… minute? maybe? she felt another thought rising up in her head. Daddy was getting… money. Right? That sounded right. This was one of those places where they kept money. A, um… Pia thought. A bank! That’s it. In celebration of solving that, she took a sip of the frappuccino Daddy had bought her. It was super tasty. But there was something else, right? Because before they came, she had to… scribble. Or something. She had to like, write a weird scribble. But like, a special scribble. Daddy had showed her. It was her… sig-something. Signature! Pia smiled. But… why did he need that? Because… oh! It was her money! That’s it! Daddy wanted her sig-thingy so they’d let him have her money. Pia paused, the straw resting on her lips, brow furrowing. But… why didn’t she get her money? Daddy had… explained it, kinda, but… she was confused. She had a lot of money, which is why Daddy had… helped her? Is that what he did? Pia remembered. Just a little. She had been a… like, a lady with a job. She did stuff that was hard and important. She was smart. And rich! Oh wow, yeah - super rich. And Daddy was… um, he worked at the same place Pia did. He worked with like, computer stuff. Pia’s eyes widened with shock as she started to really remember now. Daddy - that wasn’t his real name, it was, um. It was. Daddy. No, it was… she couldn’t remember. But anyway, Daddy had come to her office. And done something, and… her screen, it was all flashy and bright, and it hurt to look at, and.. and… and then… And then she’d been at Daddy’s house, trying on dresses and makeup and giggling and sitting on Daddy’s lap. And Daddy talked about how she was a little pretty pet now, and how… how he would… The rest was fuzzy. Daddy… wasn’t helping her, though. Daddy was… doing things to her. She had to run! She didn’t move. Why wasn’t she moving? Pia stared at her hand. Very slowly, she made it move. She put it on the handle of the door. She paused. It was so tiring, doing… whatever she was doing. She made herself squeeze, pull. The door opened. Warm air rushed in from outside, carrying sounds of traffic. She didn’t move. Her silly little brain felt soooo tired! Why was she opening the car door? Why was she in the car, anyway? Where was Daddy? She sat for a moment, thinking. And then, not thinking. After a while, the other car door opened. Someone got in. Pia blinked, smiled. “Daddy!” she squealed happily. He grinned, reaching over to give her a naughty little pinch. “Hi, pet. We’re all set,” he said, holding up an envelope and a bunch of papers. “Whaddaya say we head to your place and finish locking down that programming?” “Okay, Daddy,” Pia cooed. She didn’t know what that meant. But as she shut her car door, it didn’t matter. Anything Daddy wanted would be just fine with her. squirm that’s so hot -- source link
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