babygirl begins (for K)

the whispers followed her, a trail of smoke down the street. she stalked it off, unconsciously shaking her shoulders as she went. when she had turned the corner, no one could remember if she was tall or short, small or large; it was just her presence, and a scent that wasn't quite flowers that they remembered.

"i was never a little girl," she said, and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, thickened.

he paused. he touched her shoulder and her skin grew hot, and then cold. she couldn't look at him anymore, so her eyes aimed downwards at her knees, peeking out from the short skirt he told her to wear. his hand left her shoulder, and grasped her knee, so tightly she knew there would be violet marks later. it didn't feel - good.

"no," he said, pulling her chin up. "no, you never were before." her breath came hot and fast like she was choking, although she could clearly see one hand gripping her knee and his other one calmly resting on the bar. before she could take a new breath, it grabbed her chin and pulled her face to his, and again, she felt the tiny fingerprints starting to pool on her jawline.

"no. but you will be. my babygirl. fuckpuppet. whore." and his fingers let go of her jaw and inserted themselves into her mouth. her tongue lapped at them, her eyelids fluttered closed, and her knees parted. he took his fingers out and wiped them on her cheek.

"what do you say?"

the words formed themselves before she knew what she'd said.

"thank you daddy."

photo of tori amos as gothgirl, aka babygirl. K knows what picture i wanted to use instead.