“Motherfucker, I know you lying,” Digger scoffed.
 
 Sharper scooted next to Logan and pulled his cock out through the slit, then tapped Logan’s chapped lips.
 
 “Swallow my cock, you pathetic pussy.”
 
 “Yes, Daddy,” Logan murmured.
 
 “Enough! God, stop!” Ryan screamed, tears and snot streaming down his face. “Please, God. No, no, no, no. I can’t take any more.”
 
 Sickness turned his stomach. The man he put on a pedestal, was letting another man fuck his ass. Bad enough! Factoring in that furry costume, his grandfather’s women’s lingerie, and their roleplaying a famous children’s fairytale…well, Ryan felt lightheaded.
 
 The travesty continued. Logan slurping Sharper’s cock,gaggingon it, his lips stretched around the minister’s thick flesh, would haunt Ryan for the rest of his life.
 
 He was dizzy with grief and outrage. Sobs rose around him, crescendoing when Sharper pulled his cock out of Logan’s mouth and came in his face.
 
 Weeping swept the room, married, and separated again, until Ryan realized the misery poured only from him and Johnnie.
 
 Sharper released Logan from his wrist and ankle chains. Collapsing beside him, he threw an arm over his eyes, ignoring the puppy dog nudges from that sick old fuckhead.
 
 “Fuck off,” Sharper growled. “You’ve been a bad Little Riding Hood.”
 
 “Fuckhead!” Axel yelled at the video, just understanding the meaning. “You’re destroying my favorite fucking fairytale.”
 
 “You haven’t earned the right for Daddy to hold you,” Sharper purred, his voice almost drowning out Axel’s.
 
 “Please,” Logan said in a small voice.
 
 “No.”
 
 “I can make myself pretty for you. I brought your favorite shade of lipstick and the wig with the pretty long hair.”
 
 “WHY?”Johnnie sobbed. “WHY?”
 
 Through teary eyes, Ryan watched as Sharper tipped his head down and met Logan’s gaze. “Answer me this, pet,” he crooned, stroking Logan’s nipple. “After you forced Vivian to give you pussy, why didn’t you kill her?”
 
 The words seeped into Ryan’s brain, the horror of the question settling into him. Johnnie continued to sob, but through his own despair, Ryan saw Mortician freeze and Digger shift, then glance at his brother.
 
 “Joe liked her,” Logan said hesitantly. “She was Kimber’s friend.”
 
 Sharper punched Logan’s stomach. “And that cunt was my cash cow. She was pregnant with Lucas when you forced your cock into her. If you’d killed her, you would’ve killed him. Joe shouldn’t have had anything to do with it,” he roared, shoving Logan away.
 
 Sniffling, Logan sat up, pursed his lips and looked at Sharper through his fake lashes. “If I make myself up for Daddy, can you hold me?”
 
 “Only if you get the belt and let me beat your ass.”
 
 “Why, Grandda?” Johnnie blared again. Everything else had gone over his head. The casual mention of rape. The fact that the lady and her unborn baby survived because of Big Joe. Otherwise, Grandda would’ve killed her and not lost sleep.
 
 “Afterwards, I’ll clean your welts and ruined asshole with a shower. You deserve a whipping at the very least.”
 
 Logan sat up and clapped his hands. “Please, please, Daddy.”
 
 “Get in position, bitch.”
 
 Scrambling from bed, Logan leaned over, resting his upper body on the mattress, ass up in the air. Sharper removed his Wolfie costume and grabbed his leather belt.
 
 The first blow landed.
 
 “Yes, Daddy!”