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“Master, would you like us to deal with the men she’s got chained here before moving her things to the other residence?” one of the butlers asks, bowing.

“No, I’ll deal with it.” I hand Shawn over to Heather and shut the door. I see my butlers sweeping the place clean so no one can track shit to Birdie if they found the place.

Inside the room, the mother fuckers who begged for help from me earlier’s eyes light up when they see me again. I cock my head to the side, smiling when a few butlers wheel the table of goodies inside, and I pick up the saw.

“You wrote, ‘An insane bitch who got off being raped by a mass murderer,’” I read as I thump the metal of the saw and he chokes, eyes looking crazed.

“That made my Birdie depressed for months because she was seen as a mass murderer’s lover…” I throw my head back in laughter before pointing to the next fucker. “You doxed her address several times, saying that a whore who would give birth to a bastard by someone as fucked up as me needed to be dead. Sending riots to her home multiple times, nearly causing Shawn to have an accident. If it weren’t for me having guards secretly watching them and stepping in, they would have been hurt.

You know, if she hadn’t gotten to you first, I would have, but I wanted to see what my Birdie would do, so I held back and watched her… I didn’t think she would have killed you by now, but I see she’s been way too nice to you mother fuckers,” I sneer, not bothering to glance over to the mother fucker barely breathing who threw red paint on her, saying that she birthed the devil’s spawn and the blood of my victims were on her hands.

It took everything in me to hold back, but I didn’t raise a weak-willed woman who couldn’t handle her shit. She excelled and followed the most important rule.

“Never let a mother fucker disrespect what belongs to Daddy,” I smile, and they scream.

“I guess I’ll finish the job as a reuniting gift for my Birdie and I.” I stuff a cloth and place a piece of heavy-duty grey tape over their mouths and get to hacking off all limbs that can be dismembered, whistling happily.

When the final scream dies down and a knock is heard at the door, I call for Heather, who is the only one who’d disturb my work.

“Everything has been moved, Master,” she bows. “Only person remaining is the Mistress.” I crack my neck, nodding. “Would you like me to have the men move her now? The sleeping pill dose was only mild this time, so she will wake up soo?—”

“No,” I cut her off. “I got her.” I set the saw down, wiping my hands, taking off the gloves.

“As you wish, Master,” she bows. “I shall take care of disposing of the trash, sir,” she says, and I grunt, going over to the shower that I saw in the room she built like a replica of the cabin and smirk. My Birdie, my Birdie… I smile growing hard at how fucking sexy she is. I raised her right. I?—”

“Saw…” I hear over my shoulder and glance back, dropping the act, able to see how it did a number on her.Still, it was worth it…

“Come here, Birdie,” I growl and her body jolts as if hit by a boulder, forcing her to stagger back in disbelief. She tries to take a step forward, but her legs collapse under her, and she sobs like a newborn baby… just like she did when they told her I was dead. Even though I didn’t witness it, I saw the camera footage when I woke up from the induced coma.

If we were in the cabin, I’d have made her stand and come over to me on her own two feet but fuck that.I’ve waited two years for this.I step out of the shower and go over to what belongs to me, pulling her into my arms.

“I kneeewwww itttttt! I kneeeewww it was yooouuuu Daaaddddyyyyyy!” she cries, sobbing against my shoulder.

“Of course you did.”

“Then why did you lie?!” she cries, and I walk her back over to the shower.

“I wanted to know if you’d recognized your Owner no matter how different they were… no matter how much facts told you otherwise, whether it be my actions or words… would you know your Owner?” I growl, biting her shoulder hard and she shudders.

“I would never forget my Owner. Never! I know you!” she cries, holding on tight, and I chuckle.

“I’m proud of you, Birdie. Daddy’s little cum slut did so fucking good that I have a reward for you after your punishment.” I run my dick along her pussy lips, causing her to gasp.

“P… punishment?!” she pouts, but as usual, my little cum slut’s eyes light up with excitement just they it did in the cabin before she submitted. “But… what did I do?”

“You met some asshole and sat down with him,” I raise a brow, and she goes still but deflates, knowing better than to lie.

“I… I did.”

“I know you did. I nearly drug you out myself, but I’ll take my anger out in a different way.” I slurp her lip into my mouth, thrusting the head of my dick into her, forcing her head back as she moans.

“UGNNNNN! H-how… how?” she pants, trembling as I grasp her ass tighter. “How will you p-punish me?” She bites her lip.

“I’ma tie you up so fucking tight the rope will dig in your skin,” I grunt, and her nipples grow hard.

“A-and…?”

“I’ll force your head onto the bed and smack that pussy until it is tinged red and dribbling cum.”

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