Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Haunted House

The Halloween haunted house was supposed to be a joke. Fog machines, rubber bats, teenagers paid to scream. But my father Arthur made it something else entirely. He led me through the maze, his hand steady on my waist, guiding me past the fake horrors. And when we reached the dark corner behind the vampire"s lair, where no one could see us, he showed me what real fear felt like. The kind that makes your heart race and your knees weak for entirely different reasons.