#Chapter33
There was a delayed pause. Glued to the spot, not even breathing, he felt panic rising. His eyes flicked to his Daddy, who had leaned back in his chair.
/"So, little boy,/" Angel said, his eyes holding his. /"Does Daddy know best? Was his little boy just far too little to feed himself?/"
/"I sowwi!/" Lucien wheezed, his throat seizing up. His hand tightened around his spoon, pulling his limbs into his chest. His eyes started to sting, and after a few seconds, the burn of tears touched against his cheek
/"Let's get you cleaned up. Only step where I tell you to step, understand?/"
Lucien nodded shakily. He clung to his Daddy's hand as he was helped down from the chair and steered out of the kitchen. He braced himself for his Daddy's anger, but it didn't seem to come. He kept on checking but the stoic expression gave no cracks.
