She was very clear about what she wanted.
"I want it to feel like you’re raping me. I want you to use me. Slap me. Choke me. Ignore me when I scream. Spread me open and stretch out my holes. Bring him and him, and anyone else you want to see fuck me. Don’t tell them you’re my daddy—-just tell them what I want."
"You’re in control," she said. "You know what I can take, and what I want."
"Okay, princess," was all I said. "Happy birthday."