*Alex*

Sweat beaded on my brow as I regarded the work of art that was Chloe. The love of my life, and the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her loveliness was the centerpiece of my desire-fueled art exhibition.

“How are you feeling, Chloe?” I asked.

She lifted her head, eyes glazed over and filled with a calm but smoldering fire. “Good, Daddy,” she gasped, her voice almost trance-like.

She hung suspended from the leather sawhorse, ...