"Real food? people food? I've never had pizza. Just the crust." She beamed brightly then reached to it then pulled away, blinking up at him.
Damien looked at her sadly. "You don't need permission." He whispered. "Just go ahead."
She picked up a slice, then took a bite. She looked so happy. Over pizza. She had had real food, but only when he tossed her bites or gave her leftovers.
Damien watched her quietly, sadly. "Oh babe..."
She ate the entire slice, then beamed at him. "Thank you. Thank you." She sniffled, she was so happy she was crying.
Damien reached out to wipe away the tears, but pulled back. "Is it okay if I touch you? He asked softly.
"Yes." She whispered. It was. She didn't mind if he touched her, she didn't have a say anyway. He was so nice, maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad.
Damien lightly brushed away her tears. "You're beautiful." He whispered.
She blushed, looking down. "No one has ever said that. He would call me f.uckable."
Damien frowned. "I will never call you that. It's so disrespectful. You deserve so much better." He whispered.
"It was a complement." She whispered. "He had worse names for me."
"Oh honey." Damien looked at her sadly. "You will never be called those names again. I promise, okay beautiful?"
Kelly nodded, "Are you going to pull my hair tonight?"
Damien blinked. "What?"
"My head hurts. Are you going to pull my hair?" She whispered.
"Why on earth would I pull your hair?" Damien blinked. "I won't even be in the same room as you..."
"You're not going to r.ape me?!" She squeaked, clear shock in her eyes.
"Of course not." Damien whispered. "Tomorrow, I'll take you shopping for proper clothes."
"You... You... You won't r.ape me tonight?" She repeated, completely stunned.
"Or any night. Or ever. I want to take care of you. Be your friend." He whispered.