Chapter 27 His Dungeon, My Fucking Heat

• Chapter 27: His Dungeon, My Fucking Heat
• ANNABEL
• My heart was slamming in my chest, my head all fucked up, thinking about Daddy, his hands, his damn mouth, as he walked me through the hallway. This hallway was different from the ones I’d been to, darker, hidden, like it was guarding some secret shit. We reached a door, and in one quick move, he pushed it open, locked it behind us, the room pitch-black, and I couldn’t process what the fuck was going on, where the hell we were.