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꒰𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲꒱: in which robert pronge, better known as ‘mr. freezy’, becomes infatuated by your beautiful innocence, and needs you locked away in his home for himself | part 2: milk & cookies

꒰𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꒱: innocent!younger!reader x dark!robert pronge

꒰𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬꒱: 18+ MINORS DNI! SMUT, DUBCON, ddlg, kidnapping, innocence kink, ruining kink, stockholm syndrome-ish, praise kink, age gap, reader is oblivious & super innocent, fingering, p in mouth action (bj, choking), spitting kink, humping/grinding, drugging

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You stood up on your tippy-toes, doing your best to return a book to its place on a towering shelf.

“Do you need the step-ladder, darling?” Mabel, the elderly librarian, called out to you.

“I-I’ve got it!” You huffed out, focused on stretching your limbs as far as they would go.

You were stood by a massive floor-to-ceiling window, currently in the middle of putting away returned books. Oblivious to everything but the task at hand, you barely took notice to the bottom of your baby pink dress rising. And you certainly didn’t notice the man watching you through the window from a distance with hungry eyes.

You gave up, dropping back down onto your heels with a huff. You sheepishly turned to Mabel, who was sitting at the front desk, “Maybe I do need that ladder.” She simply chuckled in response, pointing you to where it was kept.

Twenty minutes later you had finished returning all the books, making your way around the library to see if there was anything else to tidy up. It had barely changed since this morning, every day bringing in less and less people. Mabel would brush it off as “people on their phones — no one likes to read real literature anymore,” but you could see it still hurt her. She had been the Head Librarian for over forty years now, so to see her profession slowly die out was deeply saddening.

She called out your name, bringing you out of your thoughts, “Why don’t you head on home now, darling?” She suggested with a sad smile.

“Are you sure? There’s still an hour left…” You sweetly replied, playing with your fingers.

“I don’t think anyone else is coming,” she shook her head, trying to mask her frown.

“Okay… Well, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You smiled, trying to cheer her up.

“See you tomorrow, darling,” she pushed up her glasses, infected by your positivity.

You grabbed your small knitted tote bag from under the desk, placing it on your dainty shoulder. You had made the bag yourself, sewing sweet little kitten patches and bows onto its front.

With one final wave goodbye, you walked out into the empty parking lot (except for Mabel’s old car), spotting a white van in the distance.

Your heart leapt as you realised it was Mr. Freezy, and your legs itched to run over there and get an ice cream.

“No, it’s nearly dinner time!” You scolded yourself, forcing yourself to walk out of the barren parking lot and towards the busier town centre. You clutched your bag as you made your way into the supermarket to buy some dinner.

Again, you were tempted to buy something sweet, but you reminded yourself that you were an adult now, and you needed to make sure you were eating responsibly.

A little cookie dough wouldn’t hurt, though.

You grabbed a chocolate chip one, adding it to your basket, before collecting some vegetables and legumes for dinner.

‘Don’t forget to pick up some more tablets!’ Your mother’s voice ran through your head, making you jump in realisation.

You quickly went to the checkout, buying your groceries before rushing next door to the pharmacy.

You were met with the face of Mr. Everett, the pharmacist, getting ready to flip over the sign on the door to ‘closed’. You made a desperate face to him, mouthing ‘please’ with a pout.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for you, ushering you in. You quickly rushed in, profusely apologising and thanking him at the same time. He looked out into the street behind you, noticing Mr. Freezy’s truck that had gotten closer. He flipped the sign to ‘closed’.

“Just the usual, honey?” He turned around, making his way back to behind the counter.

“Yes please, sir! I’m so sorry, I forgot you were shutting earlier today,” you rambled, following him to the counter. You asked him about his family plans for tonight while he grabbed a pre-packaged tube of iron tablets.

“Well, I hope you all have a lovely time tonight — please, tell Lucille I said happy birthday!” You referenced his daughter, while handing over the money in exchange for your tiny tablets.

“Will do, honey. And you stay safe out there, alright? The sun is starting to set earlier with the Winter,” he looked down at you with stern, but caring, eyes. His gaze flickered to the door behind you, still seeing Robert’s van.

“You know what, why don’t I walk you to your car?” He spoke up, feeling unease crawling up his spine.

“Oh, I don’t have one, Mr. Everett—“

“Curtis.”

“—Curtis,” you corrected yourself sheepishly, “I just walk home. It’s fine, it’s not far from the town’s centre.”

He glanced down at the watch on his wrist, sighing.

“They’ll probably still be getting ready…” You heard him muttering under his breath.

“I’ll drop you home.” He decided, quickly adding your cash into the safe, the register empty for the end of the day.

“Oh, Curtis, no! You need to get ready—“

“It’s fine, I only have to get changed and spray some cologne — nothing like my girls.” He chuckled, placing his hand on your upper back, guiding you out of the store. He flicked off the lights and locked the door behind him, his hand hovering on your back all the way to his car. You missed the way his eyes nervously flickered around, trying to see where Mr. Freezy’s van had disappeared to.

He helped you get into the passenger side of his car, before quickly rushing over to the driver’s side. He hopped in and immediately locked the doors, breathing out a sigh of relief. He was seriously on edge tonight.

After you had politely told him your address and he had made his way to your quaint little cottage, you hopped out, thanking him profusely.

“Have fun tonight, sir!”

“Curtis! And thank you,” he chuckled your name, not leaving your driveway until he saw you safely enter your home.

He let his body shiver as he thought back to his earlier encounter with Robert.

“What do you mean you can’t refill it?”

“You refilled this prescription last week.” Curtis emphasised.

“Yeah, I know— but I misplaced my pill bottle,” Robert almost stuttered, growing increasingly annoyed.

“I’m sorry sir, but Clonazepam is a Class Three medication. You can ask your doctor to call in another prescription?” Curtis suggested, trying to be patient with Robert’s rude tone.

“I don’t have time to call my doctor, I need those pills, now.” Robert’s voice grew deadly, desperation seeping in.

“There’s nothing I can do for you tonight, we’re closing in thirty minutes.” Curtis shut him down, not liking the menacing look in Robert’s eyes.

“Great… That’s just,” Robert glanced around the store, seething with anger, “Great.” He grabbed handfuls of allergy medication boxes with Antihistamine, turning back around and slamming them on the counter.

Curtis stared at him with growing unease, reluctantly ringing up his order. He watched as Robert stomped his way out of the store, hopping back into his ice cream truck. He observed him drive it over to the library in the near distance, stopping by it’s side windows. He shivered.

Curtis shivered again, knowing the only two people that would’ve been in the library were you, and Mabel. You were a few years older than his own daughter, so he couldn’t help but look out for you.

He swore as he saw the time, quickly reversing out of your driveway and speeding away to his house.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Lucille,” Everyone sang out, “Happy birthday to you!” Curtis whooped and cheered as his daughter blew out the ‘19’ candle on her vanilla cake, smiling at all the photos being taken.

“How did she grow up so quickly?” Curtis turned to his older brother, Ari, who was watching Lucille with fond eyes.

“I remember when you first had her, and now look at her!” He exclaimed, taking a sip of his beer.

“I know,” Curtis chuckled, watching his wife take photo after photo of their daughter.

“How was work today? Did you get to leave early like you’d planned?” Ari switched the topic of the conversation, leaning back into the restaurant booth sofa.

“Yeah—“

“How come you were almost late?” Ari cut in.

“I’ll tell you if you stop cutting me off,” Curtis replied, eyebrow raised in annoyance at his older brother.

Ari raised his hands up in surrender, before gesturing for Curtis to continue.

“I was dropping a girl off home — a regular customer, sweet little thing. Just a couple years older than Lucille,” he nodded to his daughter, who was now cutting her cake.

Ari raised his eyebrows.

“Not like that! Jesus Christ—“

“Okay! Was gonna say…” Ari cut in, taking a sip of his beer.

“It’s just, I had a bad feeling. You know Robert Pronge? Owns that dingy ice cream van, always drivin’ it around town?” Curtis lowered his voice, leaning in closer to his brother.

“Yeah— I just finished off a job at his house a few weeks ago, actually.”

“What?” Curtis spluttered, “What was the job?”

“Weird — he said it was his ‘baby girl’s’,” Ari made quotation marks with his fingers, “room. What kinda bedroom is in the basement?”

Curtis felt his stomach drop.

“He must’ve seen the look on my face too, because he instantly started backpedaling, sayin’ he didn’t have any spare rooms in his house, so the only option was to go underground, into his basement.”

Curtis nearly dropped his beer from how violently his hands were starting to shake.

“Weird though, I didn’t think he had a wife — or an ex. Definitely didn’t think he had kids. Man’s a fuckin’ weirdo.” Ari finally finished talking about his carpentry job, turning to Curtis, “Why’d you ask?” Ari’s casual demeanour dropped when he saw Curtis’ face.

“What?!” He leaned in.

“Robert has been getting sleeping pills for a while now — I didn’t think anything of it, until today. He had only just got a new prescription, he shouldn’t need a new one until at least another month… But then he came in today, asking for a renewal.” Curtis couldn’t stop the shiver that made its way down his spine.

“So, what? You think he’s drugging people? Bringing them into his newly furnished basement?” Ari barked out a laugh, sipping his beer.

“Maybe!” Curtis defended.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Ari rolled his eyes, leaning back into his chair.

Curtis had to admit, it was a big stretch. But still, he would keep a close eye on Robert and his damn van. Just in case…

You cheerfully skipped towards the library entrance, your bag slung over your shoulder and your small hands clutching onto a pink container. You had made cookies while you were waiting for your dinner to cook, and were now eager to give some to Mabel.

‘Nothing like a nice cookie to turn someone’s frown, upside down!’ You thought, ready to do everything in your power to cheer up Mabel’s mood.

“Good morning, Mabel!” You called out into the empty library, searching for her.

“Mabel?” She wasn’t in her usual chair behind the service desk.

You heard quiet sniffling coming from behind it. You quickly made your way around it, letting out a sympathetic noise as you saw Mabel on the ground, clutching onto a letter while sobbing.

“Mabel!” You instantly lowered yourself to the floor, putting your container and bag to the side. You pulled her into your loving embrace, rubbing her back while she sobbed into your shoulder.

“Forty-three years. Forty-three years I’ve been here! And they just want to kick me out!” She cried, her fragile body racking with sobs. You continued to shush her, doing your best to comfort her and calm her down.

Her sobbing eventually stopped, and she was left sniffling. She passed over the letter clutched in her hands, and you quickly read through it.

They were shutting down the library. It wasn’t bringing in enough funds to keep it open.

“Oh, Mabel,” you softly spoke, “I’m so sorry.” You hugged her again, and the two of you sat together on the floor, talking about all the memories you had at this library.

You sat together for hours, talking about the past, as well as future plans. You were worried for Mabel’s livelihood, but she assured you she had enough savings to retire — working at the library was for her own passion, not for money. You, too, reassured her that you would be fine. You were sure you could ask Mr. Everett for a job helping out at the pharmacy — he was like a father to you, of course he would take you under his wing.

For the remainder of your last shift at the library, the two of you began by taking some books you wanted to keep for yourself, and organising a second-hand seller to come and pick up those remaining. “They’ll get a second, loving home!” You had reassured Mabel. The rest of the clearing out of furniture and renovation would fall onto the council, and they would most likely hire the Levinson Construction Company.

You hadn’t even realised how much time had passed until you were both getting ready to leave, and had switched the bright white lights off. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving your small town basked in a soft pink and blue hue. A cloud or two drifted through the sky, the white fluffiness making you crave some ice cream. You peered around to see if Mr. Freezy was anywhere near the library, but he wasn’t.

“Goodnight, dear. I’ll see you when I see you! It’s been a pleasure working with you,” Mabel held one of your hands in between hers, tapping it gently.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you, too,” you softly smiled, squeezing her hands back. And with that, she hopped into her rickety old car, and you set off on foot towards the suburban end of town. You decided to take the scenic route home, through the local park. You checked your watch, seeing it read five-fifteen. You smiled at the few kids playing on the playground equipment in the middle of the park, listening to their squeals of joy grow quieter the further you walked through the park.

Soon the path winded back onto the side of the road, signalling your home was near. ‘Just a few more minutes,’ you thought, looking up at the now pink-free sky. The soft blue was now slightly darker, the first dots of stars becoming visible.

Your heart jumped when you could make out the faint tinkle of Mr. Freezy’s tune. You didn’t care how cold you were, you had been craving ice cream since yesterday. You turned around, spotting him at a distance, driving in your direction. You stood on your tippy-toes, waving your hand at him in the air with a sweet smile on your face, hoping he would see you.

He did.

Robert’s face split into a wide grin as he saw your adorable little self bouncing up and down on the side walk. His eyes fell down to your bouncing tits, letting out a soft groan at the way your white dress cupped them. He quickly pulled up to you on the sidewalk, glancing up and down to make sure the coast was clear.

It was.

“Good evening, Mr. Freezy! I’m surprised you’re out this late— I’m not complaining, though. I’ve been craving ice cream ever since I saw you yesterday!” You came up to his window, grinning up at him toothily.

Robert’s heart skipped a beat, “Y-yesterday? When did you see me yesterday?”

“Just when I finished my shift at work! I was going to get some ice cream, but Momma always said it isn’t good to have sweet things before dinner...” You looked down, softly scuffing your shoe on the pavement.

Robert let out a subtle breath of relief — you hadn’t seen him watching you through the window.

His wolffish smile grew again as he leaned out the window, looking down at you, “And isn’t it nearly dinner time, now, as well?”

“Yeah…” You innocently giggled, glancing back up at him, realising how much closer you now were.

“You still want one, though, don’t you?” He questioned, bringing his face closer to yours. You missed the way his eyes darted down to your chest. From his vantage point, he could see right down the front of your dress. You were wearing a lacy purple bra, with a little bow in the middle. He felt his bulge through his cream corduroy’s.

“Uh-huh,” you eagerly nodded your head, diving into a narration of what had happened today while he disappeared back into the van to make your usual.

“So that’s why I deserve an ice cream this late! It’s a special celebration!” You finished, just as Mr. Freezy reappeared with your favourite ice cream cone.

“Special celebration indeed…” His grin grew wider as he watched your lips suck off the swirly tip of the ice cream. You eagerly ate the ice cream before freezing.

“Oh! I forgot to pay, I’m so sorry,” you immediately looked down to fumble through your back for some change, missing Robert move away from the window.

You felt yourself growing more confused as you leafed through your bag with one hand — what were you looking for again?

Your ears started softly buzzing, before a high-pitched ringing began growing louder and louder in your head. You stumbled on the pavement, your body growing hot as your vision started spotting over.

“M-Mr. Freezy?” You slurred out, the ice cream cone slipping out of your hands and landing on the pavement.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby girl.” You felt him grab onto your waist, pulling you towards him.

“I d-don’t feel so good,” you whined, clutching onto your pounding head. It felt like it was being stuffed with tissues and fuzz, dragging you further and further away from reality.

“Why don’t you come sit down in my van, ‘til you feel better? Hmm? Does that sound good?” You heard his vague voice drifting in and out of your ringing ears. You just nodded, letting him guide your stumbling body into his van.

“You don’t look so good, baby — why don’t you lie down?” You just numbly nodded at everything he said, not even knowing what your body was doing at this point. You felt the seat move up to your head — no, you were now lying down on the seat.

“Close your eyes,” you heard the faint whisper echoing through your head.

The blackness that had been spotting your vision took over, and you closed your eyes, letting the darkness consume you.

“Good morning, baby,” a soft coo broke through your sleep, making you groan out.

You felt so warm, snuggled up in a soft doona. You let out a yawn, struggling to blink your heavy eyelids. Your eyes opened to a pair of blue eyes staring back at you.

You screamed.

“Hey! None of that, now— it’s just me, baby,” Mr. Freezy called out, sitting up from where he had been lying down on top of the covers next to you.

You whimpered as you tried to sit up too, but realised you couldn’t. A soft material enveloped both your wrists and ankles, handcuffing you to the frilly pink bed.

You flinched as Freezy moved closer, stroking his big hand on your head, “Did you have a nice sleep?”

“…W-Where am I?” You whimpered out, softly tugging on the fluffy handcuffs, but they weren’t budging.

“You’re home, baby,” Freezy grinned, standing up from your bed and holding his arms out. He moved around the pastel pink room, twirling around, “You’re home!”

Your stomach dropped and a single tear of fear fell out of your eyes as you observed the room around you. The whole room was carpeted, muffling any noises. The walls were painted a pink so light, it could be mistaken for white. Toys, stuffies, and little girls’ dress-up costumes were littered around the room. There were no windows. No doors. Just the bed you were in, two bedside tables on either side, a pastel blue chest to hold all the costumes and toys, and a wardrobe in the corner of the small room.

“I-I don’t understand,” you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out in fear.

Freezy stopped moving around the space, his head turning to look at you. You gulped as his eyes held a sick twinkle, and he made his way back to you. Slowly. Like a predator to its prey.

“You said your Momma doesn’t like you having sweet things before dinner?”

You reluctantly nodded, confused and scared.

“Well, my Momma wants me to have a sweet thing to bring for dinner. She makes fun of me for not having one — they all do.” His eyes glazed over in memory, before hardening in anger. “But they can’t make fun of me anymore, because I’ve finally found one. The very best girl,” he slid back onto the bed, “my baby girl.” He stroked your cheek with his fingers, making you whimper. He came closer to the side of your face, deeply breathing in your scent. You stifled a whine coming up your throat, begging your shaking body to still. You could feel the cool tip of his nose against the side of your face, as one of his hands came up to cup the other side of your face.

“Mhm, so many other girls — never good enough. But you’re perfect, baby. You are the winner,” he played with your hair, other hand coming up to squeeze one of your breasts through a frilly pink tank top.

Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you tried to comprehend what was happening. Why was he doing this to you? Why you? You didn’t think you had been a naughty girl. What had you done to deserve this?

“I’ve always been a good girl,” you sobbed out. You didn’t even know who you were talking to. Robert, of course, thought you were talking to him, “Oh, baby, I know — and that’s why you’ve reached the end. All the others, they weren’t good enough. Pure enough. They just weren’t you.” He took his glasses off, leaving them on your bedside table. He reached into his shirt, bringing out a necklace that was dangling on his chest. There was a key hanging off the end, and he inserted it into your handcuffs. You were full-on sobbing at this point, so when Freezy unlocked you from your handcuffs and pulled you into his lap, you couldn’t help but embrace him. You were so desperate for some comfort. You were so little, so confused.

“Awh, baby,” Freezy cooed, rocking you in his lap, “it’s okay. Daddy will take care of you. You won’t have to worry about a single thing now, okay? Now that that library is gone, you can be a good little girl and stay home all day, alright?” He patted your bottom, running his other hand through your hair. You continued sobbing into his shoulder, arms desperately clinging around his neck.

He yanked your hair back, “Alright?” His gentle tone was gone.

“Yes!” You cried out, hands clawing at his in your hair, trying to get him to stop hurting you. He relaxed his hand, guiding your head back towards his neck, “Good girl.” He cooed, soft demeanour back again.

When your sobbing turned into sniffling, and your sniffling turned into silence, Freezy laid you back down on the bed.

“Now, I’m gonna lay down some rules, okay? These are for your own safety, baby girl, because there’s lots of meanies out there who want to hurt you. I’m just protecting you by keeping you in your princess castle, okay?” His face was above yours, crazed and manic. You just nodded, eyes wide with fright.

“You need to go potty, you go,” he tapped your mound, making you jump at the contact. It also made you realise your bottom was clad in a crinkly material — a diaper. “And when Daddy comes in, you tell me, okay? And I can change it for you,” he brought his hand back down to rest protectively over your mound through the diaper. His hand was big and warm, making a hotness pool in your lower half. You let out a soft whine, confused at this new feeling.

Freezy started to gently rub his hand, “You like that, baby? That feel good?” He murmured, eyes blown wide with lust. You hummed in response. You jolted as he spanked the area, “Say ‘yes Daddy’,” he commanded.

“Yes Daddy,” you whispered, looking up at him innocently through your eyelashes. He groaned.

“Good girl.”

He slipped his hand into the diaper, bringing his big hand to cup your mound. You squeaked.

“Have you ever touched your princess parts like this before?” He hummed, slipping his hand back out to manhandle you into his lap. He was now leaning against the headboard of the bed, you in between his straightened legs. He guided you to bend your knees up, hooking them over his own, to expose your core. He slipped his hand back in as you shook your head, softly whining.

“Feels so good, Daddy,” you bucked your hips up into his hand, eager for more of this delicious feeling. You felt his chin rest on your shoulder as he whispered into your ear, “Mhm, yeah — gonna make you feel so good, baby. And then you can make Daddy feel good. Return the favour.”

You nodded, just wanting more.

“This is Daddy’s hole,” he swiped his index and middle fingers down to your tiny entrance, scooping up the wetness that was leaking out of you. He dragged it up your slit, circling around your clit, “and this is your special button.” He lightly spanked his two wet fingers on it, making you jolt, “Only Daddy can touch it.”

“Okay!” You exclaimed, “Please touch it Daddy, it feels so good,” you whined, moving your lower half to try and get some friction from his fingers.

“Yeah? Real nice and tingly, huh?” His voice lowered in your ear, and you felt him rubbing something hard into your back — he was grinding his bulge on you.

You nodded, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder as he started circling his fingers on your clit again, deliciously strumming the bundle of nerves. You felt your lower stomach throbbing, desperate for something, but you didn’t know what.

“Daddy— need more!” You whined, arching your back and closing your eyes. Freezy began moving his fingers faster, making quick, circular motions on your clit. You heard Freezy grunting into your ear as his other hand came to wrap around your lower stomach, holding you snug to his front. He continued to grind into your back, using your body to get off — just like you were using his fingers.

You felt the pressure increasing in your core, your walls starting to pulsate around nothing as you let out a heady whine.

“Feel like I need to pee, Daddy!” You gasped at the unfamiliar feeling.

“That’s what diapers are for, baby. Go ahead,” he groaned into your ear, knowing you were close to finishing. He applied pressure to his arm that was around your waist, squeezing your bladder down. You let out a series of short, high pitched breaths and whines as you felt that feeling build to a high so delicious, it was teetering on painful. The hotness that had filled your body was now rushing out of you, and you felt your body convulse as liquid suddenly squirted out of you. You let out a loud moan as you felt your body relaxing from the intense release, sinking into Freezy’s giant body behind your tiny one.

You felt Freezy still behind you, letting out a string of curse words and groans as he came in his pants. He slowly rocked through his high, panting into your ear.

“So good for me, baby.” He sat there for a few minutes, catching his breath, before lifting you up again, and sitting you on the floor by the bed.

“Now you’re going to repay the favour to Daddy.”

You didn’t know what that meant, but nodded your hooded eyes anyways. You wanted to feel that good again.

Freezy moved so he was sat on the side of the bed, his feet touching the floor. He ushered you to kneel between his knees, and you noticed the wet patch on his pants.

“You like sucking on lollipops, baby?” He asked you, hand trailing around your face, before coming to grip your chin. You nodded in response, your tongue coming out to lick your lips. Robert groaned, standing up to unbuckle and pull down his pants and underwear. He sat back down and showed you his sprung-up dick.

“This is Daddy’s lollipop — and you’ve been such a good girl this morning, I’m letting you suck it.” You watched as he slowly jerked it, mesmerised by his long shaft. Your eyes trailed down his length, licking your lips at the hair surrounding his base. Your mouth was positively watering by the time you reached his balls — you wanted to suck them so badly.

“Open your mouth, baby.” You obeyed, and he spat into your mouth, “Gotta have it nice and wet to lick Daddy’s special treat, alright?” You nodded your head, trying not to gag on his spit.

“Alright, now you’re gonna relax your throat, and suck Daddy’s cock,” he slowly slid his length into your mouth, “Keep your lips nice and tight around it, okay?” You immediately wrapped your lips around him, feeling a tingle shoot down to your core at his groan.

He gripped the back of your head, fisting a handful of your hair as he bobbed your head back and forth. You let him move you up and down his dick, gripping onto his beefy thighs for support. You focused on keeping your throat relaxed and your cheeks hollowed out as he sped up the pace. It didn’t take long before he was aggressively fucking into your mouth, making tears spring into your eyes at the violent nature of it all. You tried your best to breathe through your nose, willing your throat to stay relaxed. You decided you didn’t like this very much.

“Fuck,” Robert groaned out, stilling in your mouth as you felt spurts of hot cum shoot out. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stayed still with him. He eventually pulled out of your mouth, rubbing his red tip across your lips.

“Swallow.” He commanded, and you looked into his blue eyes in shock.

“Swallow.” He spoke again, slapping the side of your face with his cock. You quickly obeyed, forcing down the warm cream.

“You liked that, baby?” He asked, standing up to pull his underwear and pants back up. You shook your head, wiping your tears.

“Aw, how about next time I’ll let you suck on my balls?” He tapped your cheek twice, before leaning down to pick you up and hoist you onto his hip.

“Why don’t you have a look at your toys while Daddy goes and gets you some breakfast, huh?” He tickled your stomach, making you wiggle in his arms.

“What about my diaper?” You whispered, feeling the wetness from your release.

“Good girls get to cum, so I’m just helping you get used to the feeling of being wet,” he rubbed your button through your diaper again, making you let out a whine.

“And then after lunch, Daddy is gonna stretch out your hole so he can go inside you.”

“Y-Your lollipop?” You questioned, a quiver of fear in your voice. Daddy was big.

“Mhm,” Robert nodded, setting you down by the chest. You gulped in fear as he patted your head, and walked towards the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room. You carefully observed as he opened the door, revealing a staircase leading upwards behind them. He stepped through, winking at you as he shut the disguised door. You heard a click from the other side, and then silence.

You were alone.

You turned towards the chest, lifting it up to open. You started leafing through the toys, taking them out to observe them all. You neared the bottom when you saw the corner of the inside floral paper peeling. You squinted as you saw the corner of a scribble. You glanced behind you, making sure the sound of silence remained.

You turned back to the now empty chest, gently lifting up the corner of the peeling paper, to reveal a hastily scrawled message.

‘sleep in bathroom cabinet’

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why would someone want to sleep in a bathroom cabinet? That wasn’t even possible.

But this message was hidden for a reason. You didn’t think Mr. Freezy knew it was here.

You thought back to what he said earlier.

“Mhm, so many other girls — never good enough. But you’re perfect, baby. You are the winner.”

You weren’t the first girl in here. You gulped as you realised this had to be a message one of them had left behind. Trying to help, somehow. You didn’t understand what the message was saying, though.

You quietly gasped as you heard the soft thrums of footsteps coming down the stairs, and you quickly pulled the paper back down to cover the message. You haphazardly threw all the toys back into the chest, slamming it shut just as the wardrobe door opened again.

You turned to see Mr. Freezy’s grinning face, holding up a plate of fruit and toast.

“Ready for breakfast baby?”

author’s note:

ahhh she’s finally here!!😚🫶🏼 i’ve been sitting on this one for a while, so i’m so glad to finally get this out there! there is a second part to this mini series, and that’ll be coming out in around a week from now :)

this is inspired by the lovely melanie martinez’s songs; tag, you’re it, and milk & cookies! especially the music videos for those, so i would highly recommend checking those out on youtube!🤍

i also definitely took some inspiration from fresh, when noa found the message scrawled in the magazine 😳 also peep the pretty little liars dialogue!! lol, merideth was so fkn crazy for drugging aria 😭😭

as always, please reblog!! it helps out so much more than likes :) and let me know your thoughts! i absolutely adore reading all of your reactions 🤭🥰

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