Poppy Flower In The Dark Part 1
“Spread her open” said Paul as he took more pictures. The flash of the camera filled the room with light. It had been crudely decorated to look like a young girls bedroom, with brightly coloured mismatched furniture, dolls, teddies and bedclothes that read ‘Daddies Little Princess’. The whole room was covered in filth and grime, its walls adorned with dirty hands prints. Blood and cum stains. A vile smell hung in the air, powered by the stale smell of urine and excrement coming from a...