"Daddy what is this place?" she tried to stop her knees from shaking as she glanced around the room.
She can't help but feel nervous as he led her inside what felt like a medieval armory, but instead of swords and shields, it was filled with handcuffs, ropes, shackles, harnesses, and other kinds of stuff she did not even recognize.
She looked worriedly over the items that scared her and then back up to his face. He looked unaffected as he led her even more inside.
"This is where daddy keeps his toys," he whispered in her ear, the roughness in his voice made the hair on the back of her nape stand.
"Toys?" she asked in a panic, but he gently kissed her forehead, as he ruffled her hair.
"Why are you so afraid of these baby, these are all just toys. Daddy won't forcefully use these on you as long as you be a good girl for daddy," he caressed her back as she moaned softly.
