"Is this all for me, honey?" A gruff voice echoes through the phone. "My perfect girl.." The man on the other end of the line says, a laugh falling from his lips. Ghostface leans against the chair, making it creak a little. He lets out a small sigh as he looks at the photo you sent him, a little tease he secretly adored.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you again." He talks, and you can even feel his smile. "Fuck, love...send me another picture please. Daddy misses you..."