Daddy's Wrath

Do you want this? Is it killing you inside not to take it? Will you reach out, grab a fistful, and yank it against you? Tear into flesh, rip into softness? Will you react to the struggle, lock it in place, bite it into submission? Are biding your timing, contemplating your move as it wiggles before you? Careful now, careful of that snare. You've woken up that wolffish glare. Better not stay, Daddy's on his way, guaranteed to make you crumble, tear you down, cause you to stumble. Do you still want this? No, you've had your fill? Good enough for me, please be on your way. Now you know what happens when you mess with Daddy's plaything. This isn't your domain and you should be ashamed. Can't say I'm surprised as I knew you were meager, minuscule, a trifle inferior. Sorry you had to learn this way. Maybe next time you'll ask, accept the rejection, and walk away. I bet you won't miss me, I bet you'll wonder what you saw in the first place. Doesn't matter, you've already retreated from my mind. Daddy made sure of that. He knows how to take His angel, redirect those thoughts. He knows just what to do with this, knows every movement, every bounce in its step is for Him. He will take it over, reign with power, make it quiver to His heart's content. He has what you did not. My consent.