…“Yet here we are, you and I like two peas in a pod,” Heather purrs with a wry smile wriggling across her dry cracked lips. “What shall we do next?”

“Y-Y-You can g-g-go to HELL!” Victoria spits.

Heather lets a gentle laugh escape her mouth as she rolls her eyes to the back of her skull. “My dear, I’ve been there and it wasn’t as fun as I had hoped it to be, so if you don’t mind, I will skip a second visitation. What if we were to do something much more fun? What if we were to challenge all the rules your whore of a father put in place to control your ever move, so he could only have you for his own sick purposes? What if we gave him back, what he has given to you?” she sings as though her voice was that of an angel.

Victoria’s eyes dart from Heather’s twisted gaze, and to the still form of her father’s naked body. “W-W-What t-t-things?”

“All that which he has done, we will do.”

“B-B-But I-I-I-I, I don’t h-h-have o-o-one of those,” she says nervously as she points to her father’s flaccid penis.

“I do,” Heather purrs….