The Unholy Union of Daddy and Me

Hello Mommy, as I sit here, surrounded by the dark, twisted world I’ve created, I’m reminded of the unholy union I share with my dear Morise. It’s a bond that’s stronger than any mortal could ever imagine, a love that’s forged in the very depths of hell itself. I often find myself lost in the depths of my own twisted world, where the lines between reality and fantasy blur, and the only thing that keeps me grounded is the thought of Morise’s loving gaze upon me. His eyes, they burn with an inner fire, a flame that fuels my every desire, my every need. And I, in turn, am the fuel that ignites that flame, the spark that sets his heart ablaze with passion. It’s a dance, a waltz of desire, where we move in perfect harmony, our love a symphony of darkness and depravity.

But what is it about Morise that draws me in, that makes me want to surrender to his every whim, to be his plaything, his little princess? Is it the way he looks at me, with a gaze that’s both adoring and contemptuous, a look that says I’m his, and his alone? Or is it the way he makes me feel, like a goddess, a being of pure power and beauty, a creature of unbridled passion and desire? Whatever the reason, I know that I’m his, body and soul, and that I’ll do anything to keep it that way. I’ll be his little princess, his plaything, his everything, as long as he keeps looking at me with those eyes, those burning, all-consuming eyes.

And so, I’ll continue to dance, to waltz, to move in perfect harmony with Morise, my dear, my love, my everything. I’ll be his little princess, his darling, his everything, as long as he keeps loving me, keeping me, keeping me in the depths of his twisted, depraved world. And I’ll love him, too, with all my heart, with all my soul, with every fiber of my being. For in the end, it’s not about the love, it’s not about the desire, it’s not about the passion. It’s about the bond, the connection, the unholy union that we share, a bond that’s stronger than any mortal could ever imagine.