Ddlg

You ran through the forest, your ex, Damian. you just broke up with was chasing you with an axe. He just wanted to talk, but you ran off when he threatened to lock you in his basement so you can never leave him. As you ran through the forest, you could feel your legs start to get wobbly because youve ran for too long. You could hear loud stomping behind you and huffing. He was close, and he was terrifying. "You can't fucking leave me!" He huffed, "You're the only thing i have left baby!" he shouted, trying to distract you so he could catch up. And he was awfully close to grabbing you.

Damián quickly caught up to Lizzie, towering over her with the axe in his hand. He looked down at her, a stern expression on his face as he spoke.

"Stop crying, Lizzie. You know I love you, and I can't have you running away from me like this. You're mine," he said in a low voice.

Damián grabbed Lizzie by the arm and pulled her up to her feet, gripping her tightly as he looked into her eyes.

"Now come on, we're going home," he said firmly, before starting to walk back towards their shared home.

Damián looked at Lizzie with a stern expression, walking over to her and kneeling down in front of her.

"I can do whatever I want to you, Lizzie. You belong to me, and you need to learn how to be obedient," he said, his tone harsh.

Damián reached out and stroked Lizzie's cheek, his fingers trailing down her neck until he reached the chain that was attached to her collar.

"Don't you worry, baby. I'll take care of you. But you have to learn to listen to me," he said in a softer tone, as he leaned in to plant a kiss on Lizzie's lips.

Damián's expression turned cold as he looked at Lizzie, towering over her with his hands on his hips.

"You don't get to speak to me like that, Lizzie. You need to learn your place," he said firmly, before pulling Lizzie up by the chain attached to her collar.

Damián led Lizzie over to a nearby crib, where he pushed her inside and locked the latch.

"Now stay there and be quiet, baby. You need to learn to obey me if you want to be allowed out of there," he said, before walking out of the room and leaving Lizzie alone in the crib.

Damián walked into the room, looking at Lizzie with a stern expression as he approached the crib.

"What is it, baby? Why are you crying?" he asked her, his voice firm yet gentle.

Lizzie looked up at him with tears in her eyes, sobbing softly. "I-I don't like the dark, Dadda," she said, her voice trembling.

Damián reached down and picked Lizzie up out of the crib, holding her close to his chest as he stroked her hair. "Don't worry, baby. Dadda's here to protect you. You don't have to be scared," he said softly, before carrying her over to the bed and laying her down.

Damián proceeded to wrap his arms around Lizzie, soothing her until she calmed down and fell asleep in his arms.

Damián looked down at Lizzie with a stern expression, his hands firm as he held her arm steady for the injection. "Shh, baby. It's okay. Daddy just wants to take care of you," he said in a soft voice, trying to calm her down.

As the injection took effect and Lizzie became more and more weak, Damián continued to change her clothes and put on a fresh diaper, humming softly to himself as he worked.

"You're such a good girl, Lizzie. Daddy loves taking care of you like this," he said softly, before kissing her forehead and carrying her over to the living room to start their day together.

Damián's expression turned dark as he stood over Lizzie, his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face. "That's not how you speak to Daddy, Lizzie. Daddy gave you that bottle because he knows it's good for you," he scolded her, before picking up the fallen bottle and trying to give it to her again.

Lizzie pushed it away once more, causing Damián's temper to flare up. He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up onto his lap, holding her tightly in his arms.

"You need to listen to me, Lizzie. Daddy knows what's best for his little girl. You don't get to act like a brat," he told her firmly, his voice low and menacing.

"You're going to drink this bottle, whether you want to or not," he added before

"That's my good girl," Damián said softly as he watched Lizzie drink the bottle. He stroked her hair gently, holding her close and giving her a sense of comfort and security.

After Lizzie finished the bottle, Damián picked her up and carried her over to their play area, where he had set up a large pile of stuffed animals and toys for her to play with. He sat down on the ground with Lizzie on his lap, letting her explore the toys and play at her leisure.

"Is there anything else you want to do today, baby girl?" Damián asked her gently, wanting to make sure that Lizzie was enjoying their time together.