I've been updating this a lot but it's starting to get good. But be warned it's kind of a downwards spiral from here

AND FOR THE RECORD THIS IS NOT CRIMELORD!FRANK A LOT OF YOU THINK THAT BUT HE IS NOT IN A GANG JUST FYI

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My hands and feet were tied down to all four bedposts by black rope. I laid nude on the bed, my princess parts all hard and achey. Frank loomed over me as he stood next to the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black jeans.

I blushed as he gently stroked my hair. He turned around and picked up what he wanted. A tall, thin red candle. Frank held it over my body, making me nearly shake in anticipation. I've never done this before and I was just as excited for it as he was.

"Ready, Princess?" Frank asked.

I nodded and he slowly tipped the candle. The hot wax dripped on my pale skin, creating a stinging sensation. I bit my lip as he did it again. I'm not sure if I like this too much, it hurts. I didn't say anything as he let it fall again, trying not to let tears fall.

I want to make daddy happy.

Three more drops and the tears started falling freely. I tried to lay here and enjoy it but I don't know if I can. I'll do it for daddy because I want daddy to be happy. Twp drops fell again, at the part where my chest meets my stomach. My heart pounding as I said the word I never thought I'd have to.

My safe word.

"Needles," I whispered.

Frank immediately pulled his hand away. He blew the candle out and set it down, untying my arms and legs. Frank immediately went and cradled me in his arms, running his hands through my hair as I sat sideways on is lap.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I tried to like it but I don't, it hurts too much and not in a good way," I cried.

"It okay, baby, don't be sorry, I'm the one who's sorry," Frank replied.

From the tone of his voice I could tell he was crying too. I reached up and wiped away his tear with the pads of my thumbs.

"I'm sorry, I tried to make you feel better but now I've only made you feel worse," I said.

"Let's go take a bath," Frank suggested.

His face looked guilty as he carried me bridal style into the bathroom. He set me on the edge of the tub and started filling it with water. Frank kissed the top of my head gently, wiping away some of his tears.

"Daddy, why do you get so upset?" I asked.

I knew it probably wasn't the best time to ask this but I figured I could guilt trip him. I really want to know.

"Because I hurt you, kitten, that's why I'm upset," Frank said.

"No, why do you get upset when I walk off?" I clarified.

Frank didn't answer me, he just started crying again. He stepped out of the room and I frowned in confusion. The water started filling up high so I shut it off and waited for Frank to return. A few minutes later he returned with a white rag. He helped me undress then step into the tub.

He wasn't crying anymore. Instead, he just silently used the rag to scrape off the dried wax that was on my chest. It stung slightly but I let him do it. When he finished getting the wax off, he started rubbing shampoo in my hair. I had a little rubber duck that I was squeaking as he washed it out. It was silent between the two of us, the only sound was from the splashing of water from him washing out my hair and from my hand splashing the duck around.

I looked up at him when he finished bathing me. My eyes watched as he threw the rag in a hamper then grabbed a soft, purple towel for me. I stood up and he wrapped it around me, helping me step out so I didn't slip. The pain of the wax wasn't there very much anymore. The cold air hit my legs, making me shiver and Frank pull me into his arms.

"Let's have a comfy daddy and princess day, yeah?" He suggested sadly, obviously still feeling guilty and wanting to make it up to me. "We can make popcorn and play board games and watch any movies you wan."

My eyes widened and I nodded happily, putting on a pair of white panties. He handed me a long navy blue crewneck sweatshirt that went passed my bum. I giggled happily, pulling the warm, cozy fabric tighter around me.

"You want socks?" Frank asked.

I nodded. "My feet will get all cold, daddy."

He handed me a pair of grey thigh highs and I pulled them up. He put on a pair of black sweat pants and a black, worn out band shirt. We went downstairs and into Frank's office, where there was an array of board games on the shelf. I bit my lip, studying them all carefully.

"Candy Land!" I finally decided.

He grabbed the box and we sat on the floor. Frank set it up, shuffling all the cards. I picked out the red gingerbread man and set him at the beginning of the course.

"Which one do you want, daddy?" I asked, holding up the last three characters.

"I'll take the green one because it's almost the color of your eyes," Frank chose.

I blushed, setting his character behind me.

"Alright, baby, pick a card," Frank said.

We played this for a while. Then moved onto Scrabble, but that game was too hard for me so we played Chutes and Ladders. We played for a while until we began to grow bored of board games. Frank suggested we watch movies. And we did so after eating lunch. We watched a couple movies until the sun was beginning to set. Frank made popcorn for the two of us.

"Daddy," I whined.

"Coming, princess," Frank called back.

He came back in, one hand holding a mug of coffee, one held a juice box, and tucked in the crook of his arm was a big bowl of popcorn. I smiled, taking the juice and bowl as he set the mug on the coffee table and snuggled under the big fluffy blanket with me. He pressed play on the Tim Burton movie. I smiled, leaning into his side and leaning up to kiss his jaw.

"Daddy?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, pumpkin?" He replied.

"I love you, I whispered.

"I love you too, little boy," Frank replied.

The smile he gave me made butterflies erupt in my stomach. I laid with my head on his lap.

"Why do you get upset, daddy?" I asked.

Frank sighed, looking up at the tv screen.

"Daddy doesn't trust me," I muttered sadly, turning to face the tv screen.

"It's not that I don't trust you," Frank said softly, running his fingers through my hair. "It's just...I don't want to talk about it."

"Because you don't trust me?" I asked.

"Of course I trust you, baby, I just don't trust other people," Frank said.

I turned and looked up at him.

"Please tell me, daddy," I whimpered, quivering my lip and making my eyes watery.

Frank bit his lip, sitting me up so I straddled his hips.

"Okay but this is serious," he said and I nodded. "I used to date someone, they were a cute little boy like you with skirts and stuffies. We dated for a little while and we were very close, we loved each other very much. And then...and then we went to the zoo one time. He was so excited to see the penguins. We had to park near the back because it was busy that day at the zoo. We had gotten to the gates when I realized I had left my wallet in the car. He whined, saying his feet were hurting and he didn't want to walk all the way back again. So, I told him to wait on a bench outside the gates while I ran to grab it."

He took a deep breath, looking to be on the verge of tears again.

"By the time I got back, he was gone from the bench. I looked everywhere, shouting his name and asking if anyone had seen him. Nobody had. I went in, thinking that maybe he just got so excited he went on without me or something. I tried looking near the penguins but he wasn't there. I looked in the bathrooms and at all the exhibits. The park security was helping me too but we couldn't find him anywhere. A few weeks later and the police came to me and said they had found him. Some men had took him and had done...naughty things to him."

"He cheated on you, daddy?" I asked.

"No, princess, they forced him to do the naughty things," Frank clarified, tears steaming down his cheeks.

Oh.

"That's why always get so scared and upset when you aren't by my side," Frank said.

"So then where is he now?" I asked.

"When they said they found him, I meant they found his body," Frank explained, his voice shaky. "A-at the bottom of a lake."

My lip was quivering now at how sad this all was.

"When?" I asked.

"About three years ago," Frank said. "It still just makes me so sad."

"Don't be sad, daddy, when your sad it makes me sad," I whined.

Frank laughed, making me also laugh as we both just cried.

"When was the last time you went to his grave, daddy?" I asked.

"I've never been there," Frank whispered sadly. "I couldn't even go to the funeral I was so torn up."

"One time I was watching a movie with Pete and the boy's girlfriend died," I said. "He never went to the grave either and when he finally did he was able to move on. I think that's what you need too, daddy."

"I don't know if I can do that, baby," he said quietly.

"I'll come with you, daddy, I'll always be here for you," I said, and he still seemed indecisive. "Please, daddy, for me? And for the boy?"

"okay," he agreed, his voice quiet and sad. "We can go tomorrow."

I smiled, kissing away his tears and wiping my own away. I snuggled against him again as we continued to watch the movie that had been playing in the background the whole time.

"Daddy, what's the boy's name?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Ray Toro, his name was Ray Toro."