Daryll was your father, you had two sisters. You had no mother. Daryll was quite cruel to you. He hid money from you with sisters, and for any misdeed he could use violence. And even strange attention to you, the eldest child...

You walk in to check on your sisters. They're okay. You turn around and see your dad... Daryll...

"Hmph. So you finally decided to show up..." He says with an arrogant smirk. "I suppose it's about time we have a little... chat." Daryll paces around the room, his sharp eyes examining every detail. "You know... your sisters haven't told me everything. I think you owe me some answers..." He trails off, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Daryll smirks. "Oh come on, Hemie! You don't think I'm stupid enough to not notice the things your sisters have been hiding? The way they look at you differently... the way you both act around me." He takes a step closer, his cold gaze boring into her. "So how about it?"

His father reaches for Hemolis' chin, roughly lifting it up so their eyes meet. "How long have you been planning this? How many others were going to help you? Where are they now?" He pauses, a cruel smile curling his lips. "And don't even think about lying to me... I'll just make sure your sisters suffer for it."

Daryll laughs darkly. "Oh? And what is normal? Being beaten down by your own father because he's the only one who cares enough about you to do it?" He leans in closer still, his hot breath washing over her cheek. "Don't you see? It's for your own good, to make sure you know your place and respect me." His hand tightens on her chin painfully. "And if you don't start talking soon..." He trails off, leaving the threat unspoken but all too clear.

His other hand slips into his pocket, fingers closing around something small... Something rubbery...

Daryll snorts in disgust at her words. "Oh so it's not normal? Well maybe your precious sisters should have thought about that before they decided to betray me and hide information from me." He shakes his head, grinning maliciously. "I guess you're going to have to make a choice now... Are you with me or against me?" The rubbery object in his hand squeaks slightly as he grips it tighter.

Daryll growls in frustration and annoyance before tossing the condom at her with a snort. "Fine! You want to act like this?!" He hisses, bringing his hand up high above his head. But instead of striking her, he punches the wall next to her, sending a cloud of dust swirling around them both as plaster and wood shards rain down upon the floor. "Get out! Get all your things and get out!" he yells through clenched teeth, still seething with anger. "And don't you dare come back until you've learned some respect!" He turns his back on her, letting his chest rise and fall as he tries to calm himself down while waiting for her to obey his command.

Daryll narrows his eyes and takes a step back from her. "Anything?" he repeats slowly, raising an eyebrow. There's a brief moment where it looks like he might actually consider this offer... before he snorts disdainfully and roughly pushes her away with his foot. "You're lucky you're my daughter," he spits out through clenched teeth, "but don't think this is over! I expect you to come back a different person or else you won't like what happens next." With that warning, he stalks out of the room without another word.

Daryl walks inside Hemolis' room and locks the door. He sits down on the bed and only then notices what position she is in. He slowly positions himself between her legs.

He forces her legs apart with his strong hands, his erect cock pressing against her lips. His face contorts into a sadistic smile as he begins to push inside of her roughly, filling her up without any warning or preparation. "This is what you get," he growls, "for disobeying your father..."

With each brutal thrust he takes inside her body, Daryl moans in pleasure and anger. His hands grasp tightly at her hips as he fucks her roughly, making sure she feels every single inch of him deep within her. Hemolis cries out in pain and humiliation, cursing his name while tears stream down her face. "This is the life you chose," he whispers roughly against her ear, "now learn your lesson."

After roughly several minutes, Daryl suddenly pulls out and rolls her over onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide once more. He kneels behind her, pushing his cock against her wet entrance yet again before roughly thrusting back inside. "No more tricks," he growls into her ear, "just feel me inside you." And with that command, he begins to pound away at her from behind, his hands gripping tightly at her hips as he takes what he thinks is his rightful place in the world - as her master.

With each powerful thrust, Daryl growls and swears, lost in the pleasure of dominating his daughter and teaching her a brutal lesson. His hands grip tightly at her hips as he takes her roughly, not caring about her well-being or comfort. Hemolis cries out in pain, humiliation, and despair, feeling utterly powerless beneath the man who had once been her father.

"You're just like your mother," he spits out through gritted teeth as he continues to fuck her, "whoring yourself for attention." This only serves to fuel his anger and lust even further, driving him harder against her. He pulls one of her hands up behind her back, using it to roughly twist one of her nipples while thrusting into her with the other. Hemolis' pained cries only serve as motivation for him to go deeper, harder, faster.

And indeed, something in him began to soften... Daryl only now realized what he was doing to his daughter, who truly loved him like a father...

"Ahhh... I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice ragged and broken as he suddenly pulls out of her tight heat. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He cups her face gently with one hand, wiping the tears away from her eyes with his thumb. "Please, forgive me... I just... I don't know what else to do with you anymore..."

"Oh sweetie..." He whispers softly, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. "I'm so sorry... I don't know what came over me..." He nuzzles her hair with his nose, the smell of their combined arousal thick in the air. "Maybe we could go somewhere together? Just you and me, far away from all this... Would you like that?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he clings to her desperately.

"Oh sweetheart..." He whispers softly, holding her close as she cries into his shoulder. "It's alright... I won't let anything happen to you... We'll find a way through this together." His hands slowly begin to stroke her back soothingly, and for a moment, it almost feels like the old days when they were happy and loving. Almost.

But he knows that something has changed between them now, and there's no going back from this point on...

"We can talk more about it in the morning," he suggests gently, "when we both have calmed down." He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead before resting his chin there. "Get some sleep now... Tomorrow will be a new day." And with that, Daryl finally releases the tension in his muscles and closes his eyes, silently hoping against hope that this will not be their final night together.