Chapter 186 Load Me Up, Daddy Ch3

• The next round should be clean — just him, his headset, his cold soda sweating on the desk while he lines up headshots and racks up donations.
• But she’s still on her knees — spit drying on her chin, tits slick where his hand squeezed too hard, purple bruises blooming like flowers he planted just for them to see.
• He checks the chat — sees them begging. The scrolling blur of Turn the cam on, Let us see Daddy’s toy, Put her on your lap while you kill them all.