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>Your eyes light up at the idea of food, your mouth salivating.
>"Oh yes, Daddy, I promise I'll be good. I'll get really clean..." You whisper, lowly, almost as if reassuring yourself.
>He watches the hunger flash in your eyes, oh, how he loves that look, and smiles wider, glassy-eyed with quiet possession.
>"That’s it, let Daddy see you shine. Go on now. Scrub behind your ears. Between your toes. I’ll know if you skip a spot…"
>His voice softens to a velvet murmur as you turn towards the hallway.
>"And sweetheart?"
>You pause, looking back at him wide-eyed and eager to please.
>"The cleaner you are, the sweeter your reward."
>He turns back to his stew, spooning a single dark chunk of meat onto his plate, the kind no girl should ever recognize, and hums along softly to the fading jazz record as if nothing happened at all.