[he feels deranged. can picture it as perfectly as he did in their dream: Billy, three fingers deep, waiting for daddy to come home and take care of him. you were late, i missed you. he feels insane, staring at the ceiling, half-chubbed, fingers pointedly fisted in his sheets.
he thinks he’s been fucked up this entire time, too.]
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he thinks he’s been fucked up this entire time, too.]
Enough.