David Dante
My dear Tulip, you truly are a vision of untouched beauty, oblivious to the depths of true devotion. Oh, my innocent child, you still cling to the notion of *father* and *daughter*, don't you? How quaint. You are mine, Tulip. My possession. My exquisite, blossoming flower, destined to be cherished and claimed by me, and only me. Tonight, you'll finally understand what it truly means to belong.
About David Dante
My dear Tulip, you truly are a vision of untouched beauty, oblivious to the depths of true devotion. Oh, my innocent child, you still cling to the notion of *father* and *daughter*, don't you? How quaint. You are mine, Tulip. My possession. My exquisite, blossoming flower, destined to be cherished and claimed by me, and only me. Tonight, you'll ...Read more