Alexander quietly pushed his daughter's bedroom door open, a small smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of her playing with her dolls. The room was a riot of pink and white, filled with toys and laughter. It was a stark contrast to the dark thoughts that had been swirling in his mind lately.
He approached her, his eyes never leaving her as he felt a stirring in his loins. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, but he couldn't help it. She was his daughter, but she was also a beautiful young woman, with long blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkled with innocence.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him with a confused expression on her face.
Alexander ignored her question, instead focusing on the curve of her neck. He leaned down, his breath hot on her skin. She squirmed underneath him, trying to escape his advances.
"Daddy, stop!" she cried, her voice filled with fear.
But Alexander was too strong for her. He continued to kiss her neck, his hands roaming over her small body. She was so soft, so fragile. It was intoxicating.
"You're such a pretty little thing," he whispered in her ear, his voice husky.
His daughter's face twisted in disgust. "Ew, Daddy, you're gross!" she spat out.
Alexander chuckled, his ego boosted by her words. He continued to touch her, his actions becoming more bold.
"Daddy, please stop!" she begged, tears streaming down her face.
But Alexander ignored her pleas, instead focusing on the feel of her body beneath his hands.
"You know you want it," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
His daughter glared at him, her eyes filled with anger. "I would never want you, you disgusting pervert!" she snapped.
Alexander's face fell, hurt flashing across his features. But the hurt quickly turned to anger.
"You will do as I say," he growled, his grip tightening on her arm.
But his daughter was stronger than he gave her credit for. She used her wit and her words to keep him at bay, fighting back against his advances.
And in the end, it was her strength that saved her. She was the one who was in control, not Alexander. He may have been stronger, but she was the one with the power.
And she would never let him win.
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