Dark Desires Unleashed Pt 02

Authors note- I just wanted to jump in here really quick and say thank you to everyone who red the first part to this. I was definitely overwhelmed by all the positive comments and the rating hitting hot so quickly, as well as staying there for a week so far, with this being my very first public story. I hope this second part does not disappoint and hopefully I'll have the third part out by next week. Happy reading everybody.

A dark and terrifying dream of falling down a giant hole filled with jagged rocks and monstrous demons plagued my restless mind as I slept. Every time my body would come to rest at the bottom of the hole, I would find myself face-to-face with a distorted version of my face. It warns me in a hollow and horrific voice that an impending disaster fueled by horrible decisions and sinful emotions will happen in my near future if I am not careful. Once this other version of me finishes its warning, I am yanked up from the bottom of the pit by numerous long and shadowy fingers before beginning my plummet to the bottom all over again only to receive the exact same warning once I hit the ground with a sickening thud.

"Daddy!" A soft and familiar voice called to me through the darkness of my nightmare as I landed at the bottom of the hole for the thousandth time. "Daddy, wake up!" I can feel my body begin to sway from side to side as I am yanked from the floor with immense force, pain radiating through my ethereal body as I bounce off of several rocks. "DADDY!"

"No more! I can't take anymore!" I scream as my heavy eyes snap open, and I finally find my voice, albeit hoarse and strained. My eyes flick from one side of the room to the other repeatedly, my breaths coming out in quick succession as panic overwhelms my body. "Am I..." I stumble over my words as my fear-filled mind tries to process what had happened and I desperately look around for any sign of the horrible world that I had been in. My eyes finally found the source of the voice that had pulled me back to reality as my daughter's concerned face came into view. "Was... was I dreaming?" I asked her, my heart rate starting to slow down as I began to piece together what was happening.

"You could call it that, but I was thinking a stroke would be more fitting," Marrisa said jokingly as she sat back on the couch, relief flooding her face. "You have been flailing around wildly and screaming at the top of your lungs for the last hour." She informed me and I was surprised to see this level of worry in my normally self-centered and bitchy daughter, but I guess people can change.

"Oh... Um..." I stumble sheepishly as embarrassment creeps into my body. "No stroke just a uh... really intense nightmare." I force a warm smile onto my face in an attempt to relieve some of her worry. "But I am okay now. Just a little shook up." I ran my hands down my legs, using the fabric of my shorts to wipe the cool sweat from my palms as my heart rate settled into a normal rhythm. I started to stand up from the couch but stopped when I felt a wet spot near the crotch of my shorts. "Oh, come on..." I mumbled as I looked down at the fresh wet spot in the fabric of the white shorts.

"No, that is not what you think it is," Marrisa laughed as she saw my eyes shoot down to my crotch. "You fell asleep with a half-full glass of whiskey in your hand," She explains to me as she points to the empty glass on the couch cushion beside me. "I guess that cleaning I did last night was pointless after all." She faked a slight pout as she refers to licking her cum off of my shorts from the exact spot where whiskey now stained them.

"Yeah, I think this time I will just use the washer and dryer." I laughed, standing up from the couch and heading toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water as my throat and mouth felt like they were stuffed with cotton balls.

As I filled a glass of water from the fridge, I looked over to Marrisa who still was sitting on the couch, and noticed her face had contorted into an unusual expression as she watched me. I looked away from her to make sure I was not overfilling my glass before swiftly shifting my eyes back to her, but her face had returned to the same sweet smile that she had had on her face ever since I awoke. I returned my gaze to the glass of now full water and lifted it to my lips, relishing the ice-cold water cascading down my parched throat, as my mind tried to place the expression that I could have sworn I saw on her face for a split second. It appeared to be a mix of anger, resentment, and mischief but that did not make sense. She had been so sweet ever since I awoke and after last night, I figured we would be on good terms from now on. I shook my head slightly from side to side in a physical attempt to shake the thoughts from my mind as I figured I might just be seeing things. After all, I did just wake up from an hour-long nightmare session that had made me break out into a cold sweat while screaming and flailing in my sleep like a lunatic.

"Oh, by the way, Daddy," Marrisa's soft voice said as I placed my empty glass down on the kitchen counter. "Your boss called earlier so I answered it, figuring it may be important, and he asked me to let you know that he needed you to come in for a couple of hours to help out with some sort of an emergency." Her tone was nonchalant as she lifted her hand closer to her face and began to pick at the flaking red nail polish on one of her fingers.

Even though the information that Marrisa had just shared with me seemed innocent in nature, it was far from it. I work in a very volatile field, more specifically I work in a plant that handles extremely dangerous and explosive products. My position is quality control and safety inspections. So, I roam the plant during my eight-hour days and make sure all of the employees are following the proper procedures and safety guidelines that we have in place as well as making sure all of the equipment and machinery is up to date for maintenance. All of this boils down to one simple thing. If I am being called in to help with an emergency the chances of it being minor are slim to none. "How long ago did he call?" I asked Marrisa, panic pouring from my pours as my heart began to race once again. The last time we had an emergency, and I was called in to help the plant was shut down due to an explosion that killed four people. That was one of the worst days of my life and I prayed to any God that would listen that this was not going to be another repeat of that incident.

"Um... Maybe like fifteen or twenty minutes." Marrisa's tone conveyed her disinterest in the subject at hand as she continued to pick off her week-old nail polish, either not understanding how important this could be or just plainly not caring.

"Well, that's just fucking great," I cursed as my body kicked into action, making a B-line straight for my bedroom to put on my work clothes and get ready for another long and painful day at the plant.

"Wait, you're just going to leave?" Marrisa asked, still seated on the couch as I bounded up the staircase to the second floor. I did not bother to respond to her as my mind was focused solely on getting to the plant. If an emergency of any type goes untreated for too long in that plant, then things could escalate very quickly and go from an in-house emergency to a city-wide catastrophe.

I crashed through my bedroom door and headed straight for the dirty clothes hamper. I threw T-shirts, socks, and underwear over my shoulders until I reached the work clothes piled at the bottom. With such a dangerous job all employees must wear certain clothes when working inside the plant. Most of the employees have a locker, or an office if you're a higher-up employee, to keep a change of clothes in. I do have an office since my position is rather important and requires significant paperwork to be done daily, but I prefer to keep my work clothes at home since they are rather expensive, and I have a slight touch of trust issues for my fellow man.

I let out a sigh of relief as I pulled out a thick fire-resistant shirt and a pair of fire-resistant pants that seemed rather clean compared to the rest of my options. I hastily stripped my day-old clothes from my body, almost tearing my shirt in the process, before redressing in the appropriate clothing. Lastly, I swiped my employee ID card from my nightstand before sprinting out of my bedroom and down the stairs. "Don't wait up, this could take a while," I told Marrisa, who was still seated on the couch acting completely unphased as I practically ran past her, only stopping long enough to grab my phone and truck keys from the kitchen counter.

I flung the garage door open with enough force to make it bounce back shut from hitting the wall behind it. As I ran out of the open garage door I thanked myself for being too lazy to pull my truck inside as I had planned on leaving yesterday to get dinner but that did not happen due to me and Marrisa's father-daughter bonding time. I quickly hopped into the driver's side of my truck, jammed the key into the ignition and cracked the engine over. I barely let the engine crank over before I slammed the shifter on the dash into drive and peeled out of the driveway, not bothering to check for traffic as I pulled onto the two-lane road that split our neighborhood in half. My mind raced with all the possibilities that could be happening at the plant as I sped out of the neighborhood and headed straight for the highway.

Because my work is so dangerous, and we do store quite a bit of dangerous materials on site, the plant is almost fifteen miles outside of our town. Thankfully our town is not that big, so I was able to reach the outskirts in a matter of minutes before turning down the long and desolate gravel road that led out to the plant. Dodging countless potholes and ruts as I raced down the gravel road, I reached well over sixty miles an hour on a normally thirty-mile-an-hour max road. I had not even bothered to put on my seatbelt resulting in my body bouncing and shifting constantly in the driver's seat as the truck's suspension worked especially hard to keep itself on the rough rural road. My heartbeat quickened as the massive plant started to come into my line of sight on the horizon, the enormous warehouse-like structure dominating the otherwise plain and clear land. However, confusion engulfed my body as I pulled up to the gate and noticed the security guard standing in his guard shack completely calm and relaxed while he read one of his books.

"Jimmy, what are you doing here?" Paul, the security guard for the main entrance asked me as I skidded to a stop in front of his shack. I could see the confusion and worry on his face as my eyes frantically searched the grounds of the facility for any sign of a fire or the aftermath of an explosion.

"I received a call from Matt saying there was an emergency and he needed me to come in," I told Paul, my voice laden with urgency, as I began to wonder why Paul was acting so calmly about everything.

The confusion on Paul's face deepened as I explained the cause of my sudden arrival. "Um, I was not told about an emergency Jimmy. Are you sure it was Matt and not just some kid trying to get a rise out of you?"

"What? No, it was definitely Matt." I said confidently, but that confidence faded rather quickly as my mind and body began to come down from the adrenaline high. "Well. It was not me that talked to him; it was my daughter because I was asleep. But she wouldn't make something like that..." I paused as I processed everything through my frantic mind, trying to piece everything together as Paul continued to look at me like I was a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"Jimmy, you need to relax." Paul stepped out of his small guard shack and began to approach my truck, his hands held out and his steps slow and exaggerated like he was trying to show me that he was not going to be a threat to me. "There has not been an emergency reported to me and you know as good as I do that, I am one of the first people they contact in an emergency so I can open the gate for the emergency services." Paul carefully reached a hand through the open driver's side window of my truck and placed it on my shoulder before suggesting an obvious solution to this bizarre situation. "Jimmy, I am pretty sure your daughter lied to you for one reason or another. I can still let you in if you want to be sure, but you know I wouldn't lie to you Jimmy, or I could lose my job and cause a lot of people a lot of harm if I kept an emergency a secret."

"Thank you, Paul, sorry I got all worked up like that." I forced a warm and polite smile onto my face, but inside there was a monumental fire beginning to burn as I realized he had to be right. How could I expect to trust my daughter after only one instance of her swearing to behave? For all I knew she could be at home right now throwing a party or trying to fucking sell everything in the house for a quick buck.

"No need to say sorry buddy, just get home and relax." Paul patted the side of my truck as he turned and walked back into his small guard shack. I continued to smile at him and even waved goodbye as I put my truck into reverse and turned around to head back home, murder on my mind.

Now, to most of you, this may seem like a harmless prank, and you are probably right, but I could not see it that way. In my head, you do not joke about something that could be so catastrophic. Maybe it is just because of the history that my daughter and I share that led me to drive twice as fast back home than I had done on the way out to the plant. In my head, she came up with this whole thing just to get me out of the house for some reason or another, which meant everything she said last night was a lie. She did not plan on changing, she would always be her nasty bitchy self and that would never change no matter how hard I tried. However, I still see fit to execute some form of punishment and after last night, I already had the perfect punishment picked out as my truck thundered down our neighborhood road.

Skidding to a stop in front of my house, I did not even bother pulling my truck back into the driveway. I slammed the gear shifter into park and sat still in the driver's seat as I stared out of the window at my now dark and ominous house. All the lights were off, and all of the curtains appeared to be drawn over the windows causing the normally bright and vibrant house to appear dark and abandoned. I turned my truck off and flung the door open, the rampaging fire within me taking control as I slammed the door shut behind me and started to march toward the front door. A part of me knew I was overreacting, that it was a harmless prank, and I should just let it slide, but the other part of me had grown tired of the childish games that Marrisa liked to play causing me to just snap.

"MARRISA! Where the fuck are you!" I yelled as I violently pushed the front door out of my way and stepped into the darkened house. I looked around, looking for any sign of her before taking a couple steps further inside and closing the door behind me. Once the door closed, I quietly locked the deadbolt before reaching to my right and flipping on the bright LED living room light, blinding myself for a moment as the harsh light filled the room.

"Hey Daddy, is everything okay at the plant?" Marrisa's coy and overly innocent voice said from somewhere outside of my view. I slowly walked away from the front door and around the corner that was blocking part of the view into the living room. I snapped my head to the left at the sound of Marrisa clearing her throat, fast enough to make me lightheaded for a brief moment and saw that Marissa was sitting at the dining room table with a smug look on her face.

"Don't fucking act all innocent, you had to have known it would not take me long to figure out your little prank," I growled as I took several steps toward where she sat. "So do you want to explain why you lied to me about this whole thing?" I continued to walk slowly toward the kitchen as I spoke, never letting my slightly narrowed and burning eyes leave her smug face as I did so.

"Yeah, really should have thought of a better one than that," She shrugged her shoulders at me as she leaned over to the seat next to her and grabbed her laptop, which already had the screen open and turned on, "But it worked for what I needed. Why don't you take a seat, Jimmy, we need to have a conversation." Her eyes narrowed at me as a devious grin formed on her face and she gestured to the seat across from her.

I felt a chill wiggle its' way up my spine as I heard my name leave her lips. It was not the first time she used my real name instead of dad, but usually, there were several choice curse words before and or after it. The way she said it this time was different; it was not out of anger and resentment but rather like a mother or father says your name when they find out about something you hid from them for way too long. "How about we skip the stupid games, and you tell me what you want so I can tell you to get fucked and get this over with." Any normal person would understand how little patience I had at this moment by my tone, but Marrisa seemed to take it as a challenge to see just how far she could push me.

"Oh, calm down Jimmy, this will only take a minute. It is actually relatively simple. I am going to tell you what I want and you're going to give it to me. Understood?" Marrisa cocked her head to the side like a puppy as she smiled at me, her fingers gently tapping on the wooded table beside her laptop. Her face showed a level of confidence that I had never seen in her before. Even when she was throwing one of her tantrums to get her way, it was not in confidence because she always knew that she did not have any ground to stand on. However, this was different and the devilish grin on her face alongside the confident glint in her eyes told me that I was in for one hell of a ride.

"Is that so?" I said in mock curiosity as I wrapped my fingers around the back of the wooden chair across from her, gripping tightly until I heard my knuckles crack from the force while I stared intently into Marissa's eyes. "Well then please enlighten me, Marrisa. I am just dying to hear what it is that you want." My tone was challenging, daring her to continue with whatever plan she had concocted. My patience had long run out with her so there was not even a sliver of a part of me that planned on going along with this, but that little bit of curiosity in me still poked through wanting to know what she had up her sleeve.

"I want free reign. No rules, no curfew, no arguments when I leave in the middle of the night, and definitely no bullshit punishments or groundings." The smug smile on Marrisa's face had found its way back as she listed off her demands. I was honestly taken slightly aback by these demands as I had expected something much more expensive or illegal, but it made sense why this was what she wanted. She was not ready to move out, and honestly, I do not think she wants to move out, but she also hates living with us because we try and enforce the same rules on her now that we did when she was little. Now that she considered herself all grown up and a full-blown adult, she felt she had earned unlimited freedom.

"Hmm, free reign huh," I released my death grip on the back of the chair and brought a hand up to my chin, gently stroking the stubble that had grown in between my routine weekly shaves as I pretended to think over her demands. "And if I refuse to give you what you have asked for?" I challenged her as I fixed my eyes on her once again. I expected a slight expression of shock to cross her face or at the very least her expression to change to anything but the confident and smug one that was still plastered across it. However, I did not change. If anything, her confidence only seemed to strengthen, and I realized then that she had been planning whatever this was for a while which meant she had to have a solid plan to get what she wanted without any possibility of it failing.