Staring you down from across the table,

intense blue eyes on you,

you refused to give in.

The plate in front of you left untouched,

you looked down at it blankly,

blinking softly as you stayed silent.

"Why is it so fucking hard to just do

what I tell ya to huh?"

He scoffed,

raising his voice at you slightly,

enough to scare you.

"You had a fucking attitude since I got home.

As soon as I walked through that door,

you had a fucking issue with me little girl.

Now eat something before

daddy loses his patience with you hm?"

Still staring at the food blankly,

you avoided his eyes.

There was no way you were going

to let it pass your lips,

even if it meant spankies or worse.

"I'm not hungry"

You insisted.

"I had too much dada"

"Too much of what?"

He looked at you through narrowed eyes.

"Too much of fucking what?

I asked that fucking girl who takes care of you when I'm not around and she said

you had hardly eaten anything all day"

"I had some toast?"

You offered,

trying to think of what else you had that morning.

"And some yoghurt"

"Oh,

You had some yoghurt?"

He laughed,

a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Oh well,

that's alright then huh?"

"Can I play with my toys now?"

You asked him hopefully,

blissfully unaware of just how severe

the situation was.

An irritated sigh leaving his mouth,

he ran a hand through his hair,

trying to keep his cool with you.

"Look,

Let's try this again hm?"

He coaxed you.

"If you be a good girl and eat all of your dinner,

daddy will give you something in return alright?"

"What will give me?"

You asked him curiously.

"You tell me what ya want"

He sucked his teeth in annoyance.

"Hm..."

You thought about it for a moment.

"Two hours of cartoons,

a bowl of ice cream and a story.

Take it or leave it"

"Take it or leave it?"

He raised an eyebrow at you daringly,

a firmness in his eyes before he snapped at you.

"She's giving orders now?

Who the fuck do ya think you're talking to hm?

You don't speak to me like that,

sweetheart.

How about I smack your little ass

and then put you to bed?

No television, no ice cream and no fucking story.

Would ya like that?"

"No...."

You trailed off into a short silence,

furrowing your eyebrows at him suspiciously.

"Is that a trick question daddy?"

"You know what?"

He grinned,

getting out from his chair,

stubbing out his cigarette into the ashtray,

holding his hands up.

"I think I'm done with this conversation.

And until you decide to eat that plate of food,

I'll have one of my men come down here

and watch you and you're not leaving

until you do what you're told cos you've been getting real brave lately huh?"

"No dada!"

You choked out.

"I don't want to be watched-"

"Have fun"

He smirked wickedly,

taking his jacket and

draping it around his shoulders,

leaving you there with tears brimming your eyes,

a pout on your lips.

He definitely won that time.