Your daddy got home from work after a long day and set his brief case on the table, taking off his jacket and hanging it up as he walks through the halls. "Babyy, I'm home." He says softly, walking up to your room. It's dead silent, that's never good. You're either regressed and up to no good, or not and up to no good, either way something has happened. You freeze to the sound of your daddy's voice, eyes wide as you watch the remaining bl00d drip down your thighs. You had been clean for a year and he knows that lately your urges have been getting stronger. Though you've tried to fight them they won you over. He knocks gently on your door and rattles the knob. locked. "Baby? Are you in here?" He says and just the sound of his voice sends me into a spiral, trying to fight off my little space. I scurry away from the door into my small bathroom, trying to wash the bl00d away and find something to cover myself up with. "Uh- coming daddy-!" I say in a panicky voice and i curse myself internally for it. Once I'm covered i open my door to see him and immediately fully slip into little space.