I'm just going to vent and hope it opens a discourse, or not, I don't care.
of course I want a daddy. It's all I've ever wanted. I remember in my early years online, we were poor and couldn't afford a computer for a long time and when we finally got one my brother loaded it up with porn and viruses, but during the months when it was functional I'd log on in the night and go on chatrooms and I'd find older men. Before that I'd use voice on those "party line" numbers.
I've been looking my whole life.
Then my dad died, and I broke down, and I lost my job and my mind. I could no longer function. I was nothing but the trauma of his abuse, the daughter I'd never be again, the anguish of our love's last survivor, the victim, the child, the infant, the apple of his eye, the worthless, empty shell of a person who was never whole and never could be again.
Venting then like I am now, but on /b/ and posting the rapiest lolicon in my folder, he responded. I didn't know then but I know now he was just some lost fuck up with his own problems, but at the time he understood. I didn't want to be told I was a victim of a monster, I wanted to be understood for all of the very confusing ways I felt, he accepted that. He told me what he saw I wanted to here. It was my fault it had ended, I had betrayed him, I was bad, I deserved the suffering I was doing, I deserved more. He gave me a mantra, he gave me commands, he gave me freedom from myself, I need only obey.
Soon enough I'd do anything in the world for him. When I'd slice into myself, I bled for him.
When we met, his fingers found those fresh scars, and he pinched at them, he slapped them, he had me suck my thumb as he did it and I whimpered and squirmed, and he almost raped me. I'll always wish he had. He did not, but he pulled me into an embrace I've never felt again. Curled in his lap, he held me like a baby, and I snuggled into him and he knew what I felt and he said, "aw, can't be close enough to daddy" and I could not.