Mind Controlled by Daddy
Delilah Cole
Mind Controlled by Daddy
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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This work contains highly sensitive and controversial themes, including non-consensual acts and incestuous relationships, which may be disturbing or triggering to some readers. The story is intended strictly for mature audiences aged 18 and older.
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The content is purely fictional and does not condone, promote, or glorify harmful behavior in any form.
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I'm nineteen-year-old Kayla, and I've always known that there was something... off about my stepfather, whom I've called "Daddy" since I was six. His eyes had this strange way of looking through me, making me feel like he knew my every thought. But I brushed it off, telling myself that was how a protective parent looks at their child.
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