A Descent into Submission Chris was too scared to think. The guard had led Chris out to his car, with one hand gripping Chris' shoulder tightly. They were headed to the guard's house, with Chris in the back seat (the guard had engaged the child-safety locks). "Are you excited, Chris?" The guard asked. "You finally get to make a man happy. I bet your father doesn't let you make him happy. Tell you what, from now on, you can call me daddy. Would you like that, Chris?" "Y-yes, sir," Chris squeaked. "Yes what?" the guard asked. "Y-yes, daddy," Chris said. "Good boy," The guard said. "I'll be your daddy from now on, Chris. You're MY boy now. Are you ready to do everything I say, Chris? Are you ready to make me happy?" "Yes, daddy," Chris said. "I want to make you happy." Chris was terrified and excited at the same time. He had never been anything to his real father but an afterthought. "At least new daddy pays attention to me," Chris thought. He didn't understand most of what he was doing with this man, but he liked it, even the parts that hurt. He liked the way new daddy seemed pleased with him, and every time new daddy called him "good boy" he felt a tingle run up his spine. He felt wanted. "That's good, Chris, I know you will make me very happy," new daddy said. "You'll do what i say without question, won't you, Chris?" "Yes, daddy." Chris' reply came a little faster this time. …but everything was about to change
