The early mountain sun broke over the trees with sharp clarity—no haze, no softness—just crisp beams of light cutting through the glass of the cabin like truth. Jack stood at the sink in his kitchen, steaming mug of black coffee…

I think it’s time for another little gift. Yes, now. Don’t make that sound—you want this. $300. No hesitation. Yes, I said $300. You want to keep hearing my voice, don’t you? Want to keep stroking that pathetic little excuse…

I want you to imagine my stiletto heel pressing down on your chest. Not hard enough to kill, no—just enough to remind you that I could. Got it open? Good. Now, tell me: how much do you have? …That’s it?…

Alisa spent the rest of the day in a daze, her mind consumed with thoughts of Daddy. She couldn’t wait to see him again, to feel his strong hands on her body. She knew that she had to be careful,…

Mmmm. You’re calling again, piggy. I could feel it. My phone lights up with your desperate little name, and I just know your wallet’s already quivering. You miss me, don’t you? Say it. Say it louder. Good boy. You love…