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It starts when Jinx insists they do something special for their anniversary.

She and Silco cuddle up in bed together, sweat drying on their skin after a vigorous lovemaking session, Jinx’s head resting on his chest. Silco’s right hand—wrapped in one of his girl’s beautiful, long, cerulean braids—is settled on her ribs, his left arm wrapped possessively around her shoulders. She hums a familiar tune, idly tracing designs on his skin with a fingernail topped with chipped pink polish.

Out of the blue, Jinx declares, “I want a special present for our anniversary.”

Jinx recently turned eighteen, and in four days, it will be four years since Silco caved to her pressures to shatter the last boundary dividing them…one that he had (foolishly) thought should be obvious between a father and daughter.

But they are no normal father and daughter, as she’d made clear. And not simply because they aren’t related by blood.

Silco had been so, so wrong to attempt to enforce the boundary, and he is so, so grateful for her persistence. Because having Jinx as his lover as well as his daughter is a gift from the universe, albeit one his twisted soul doesn’t deserve.

But since she wants him, he will selfishly take what she eagerly, lovingly offers.

He is not a good enough man to claim a moral high ground, nor is he inclined to senselessly turn his cruelty on Jinx just to deprive her of what she so desperately desires—no, needs.

And so, they’ve enjoyed nearly four years so far of being as intertwined as two people can be.

And so, she’s brought up the idea of a special anniversary present.

“Are you thinking of something in particular?”

“I want you to mark me.”

“Oh? But I already do. Regularly.” He moves the hand from her ribs to one of her pert little breasts, pressing fingers into a bruise, the imprint of his crooked teeth. It’s from a few days ago, but still tender, and Jinx lets out a satisfied groan.

She sits up, a broad, gap-toothed smile spreading across her impish face. “Well, sure, and that’s awesome. But I mean permanently.”

Silco wishes he were surprised. But he knows his girl. And she looks to have something specific in mind, but wants him to guess. “How so? A tattoo?”

“Nah, I want you to do it yourself.”

He searches for other options. “A…brand?” The moment he voices the idea, he dismisses it. As much as he considers Jinx his, with a level of possessiveness bordering on feral, he doesn’t relish the idea of her being branded like chattel. She’s too special for that.

Thankfully, she’s not interested in the idea. “Nah, too quick and easy. I want it to take a while. For me to have to lay there and take it, while you put your mark on me.”

Silco supplies words for what she’s describing. “As an ordeal, perhaps? Something to endure?”

“Yeah. Something that’ll make me stronger.” Her big blue eyes flash with determination.

Silco furrows his brow in concern, lifting a hand to stroke her cheek. “Jinx, my dear. You’ve flourished so much over the years. You’re strong, like you were always meant to be. You are perfect.” His rotten old heart aches with pride for his daughter.

She doesn’t seem to fully appreciate the sentiment, given how she impatiently says, “yeah, yeah, so you say…but I’d be even more perfect if you put your mark on me.”

Enough with the guessing game. Silco just barely resists rolling his eyes in exasperation. “And how would you suggest I do that?”

“With a knife, of course, Silly!” Jinx bounces excitedly. Her tits bounce enticingly along with the rest of her, but he won’t let himself be distracted by how adorable yet provocative she’s being.

Because her words fill him with unease. “With a knife.” His affect is flat.

“Yeah! You’re good with a knife, I’m sure you could leave your mark nice and pretty.” She says this as if it’s a simple thing. A forgone conclusion.

He’s still working to wrap his head around what she wants, his unease at the idea slightly dulling his usually knife-sharp mind. “You want me to carve the Eye on your body.”

Jinx unsticks the sweaty swoop of hair from her forehead—he’s still amused that she copied the style of her fringe upon seeing a photo of him and Vander from a lifetime ago (to which her reaction was a gasp and delightedly declaring “young Silco” a “yummy twink”). “Well, not the Eye. Don’t get me wrong, it’s bitchin’, but I want something special, just for me. Words, like a little love letter! You’re good at words!”

He can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. “And where do you propose I put said love letter?”

“Right here, on my cute, sexy butt.” Jinx straddles his hips, grabs his hand, and smacks it against the upper swell of her ass, on the side unmarked by the blue clouds she’s never explained her reasoning behind to his satisfaction. The location would be covered by even the low-slung trousers she favors, but wouldn’t be so low that she’d aggravate the wounds by sitting on them while healing.

While healing? Is he seriously considering this? Time to back up. Silco realizes he’s kneading the supple flesh under his hand, and she’s wiggling against him happily, slowly dripping their combined juices onto his belly. He’s tempted to try to distract her with another round—for her at least; his dick is done for the day, but he’d gladly eat her out again, lap his cum from her cunt until he only tastes her own intoxicating ambrosia. Then he could ponder her request later.

But she sees right through him, and rolls off him with a cackle, leaving him with more mess on his abdomen and her warmth at his side rather than atop him.

“Nuh-uh, Daddy! That’s not gonna work this time, we’ve got plans to make! It’s in a few days! I want you to carve words on my butt!” She emphasizes each word with a jab to his sternum.

Silco grabs her prodding hand to stop her incessant poking, looks into her eager eyes, then sighs. This girl will be his undoing. “You truly want me to carve words into your flesh.”

“Well, yeah!” She’s so adorably cheerful about it.

“Jinx…” His tone comes out somewhere between exasperated and concerned.

But she must hear something else in it to give her the sense that he’s wavering already. Her voice is playful, seductive. “What? Don’t you wanna see a mark on me that says I’m yours?”

He cups her cheek, and she leans into his hand. “Of course I do. But I know you’re mine simply by seeing the wonder of the woman you are.” And the bruises he leaves on her regularly.

“But you have a mark on you that says you’re mine,” Jinx points out with a pout.

She’s indicating the crescent shaped scar between his neck and knobby shoulder. It perfectly matches her teeth, and he can’t help but shudder a little thinking of that night. He’d almost blacked out from the pain-pleasure inspired orgasm that resulted from the combination of her biting him bloody and him thrusting into her so fiercely that even her resilient, youthful body was sore the next day.

A wicked grin spreads across her lips. She clocked his reaction of course. Not like he was trying to hide it.

But still. Two can play at the teasing game. “What, you don’t want us to have matching bite marks? How about on your perfect breast, so you can easily see it?” He can’t resist the urge to cup her tit, stroking his thumb over the nipple before pinching it hard, making her groan.

She slaps his hand away with a giggle, and beams at him. “Stop tryin’ to distract me by making me hornier, old man! And I mean, I’d like that too, but, I want something that really says “Silco was here,” y’know?”

Silco chuckles. “I hope that’s not what you want me to carve on your ass, my dear girl…”

“Nah, though “property of Silco” would be hot…”

“Well, you are mine, but I’m not sure how I feel about permanently labeling you as property. As much as the idea is fun to play around with at times.” He ponders a moment. “How about Silco’s brat?”

“Hey! I’m not always a brat!” Jinx protests.

He raises a dubious eyebrow at her.

She pouts, but can’t maintain it, and snickers. “Well, either way, you’re always Daddy… Hey, how about “Daddy’s little girl”?”

Now, that one feels closer to the heart of things. It makes him feel warm inside. Still… “As much as I enjoy the idea, I think that may be too much text to fit on your lovely backside, and still be able to be covered when necessary. Unless you plan on changing your typical attire.”

Jinx pouts. “Aw, man! Can’t you just write smaller to fit it?”

“No.” He pinches her ass hard, making her squirm. “You will be the death of me, child. It will be difficult enough to do at all, so tiny letters are out of the question.”

Jinx’s eyes light up. “So you’ll do it?” She’s caught him in a slip of the turn of phrase he used.

“I’ll think about it,” Silco says firmly.

She grins. “That means yes!”

After a bit more discussion (for if they do it, not when), they settle on “Daddy’s girl”. Because no matter what changes between them, and in the world around them, since coming into his care, Jinx has always been Silco’s girl. And she always will be.

(She ends up demanding he eat her out after they’re done talking, as if she’d read his mind on just how he’d planned to distract her from the discussion. His girl always did like to have her cake and eat it too, but Silco’s not complaining. It’s the perfect activity to do with his perfect girl when she’s feeling so enthusiastic and appreciative.)

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Silco would be less reluctant to carve into his daughter’s flesh if not for his own barely suppressed depraved desires running unsettlingly close to her request.

He experiences a contradictory duality of want, when it comes to Jinx.

Even as marked as she is by inner demons and the ghosts of her past…He maintains that she is perfect.

Silco wants to cherish that. To elevate that. To worship her. And he does. Oh, how he does.

Most of the time.

But he is not a good man.

And her more untoward desires prove so tempting to his own base urges.

There is a darkness inside him that he won’t even try to pretend began the night of Vander’s betrayal. When his brother in arms, the man he loved, had tried to kill him, when the toxins of the Pilt began to eat away at his face, his eye. No, it has simmered just below the surface as long as he can remember. Rising up every time he was made to feel like a dirty little thing, every time he had something to prove.

His talk of unleashing the monster within is personal, not abstract. He has had to do it for his own survival.

And since unexpectedly taking Jinx under his wing, it has risen up on her behalf as well. Now he has someone to protect.

Becoming her lover only elevated his possessiveness and protectiveness.

It feels less deviant, more acceptable, to unleash that monster for her sake, to violently keep her from harm…than it does for him to consider giving in to his urges to let her see the monster. To mark, to mar, to defile his beloved girl.

It’s sickening how he longs to carve into her in such a way that she’s ruined for anyone but him.

And yet, he’s already done that, hasn’t he?

He’s shaped Jinx, since seeing himself in the weeping, furious, abandoned child…vowing upon his sudden decision to protect rather than kill her that “we will show them all.”

But that was in the service of making her stronger. Helping her reach her potential.

This? This would be different.

But even with the bile that rises in his throat with the shame of wanting to ruin her…

He will give in to her request.

He always will.

She’s got him wrapped around her perfect little finger.

And, to at least some extent, she knows it.

But does she know just how far he would go for her?

Silco isn’t sure.

He hopes not; she may well weaponize it in a fit of pique.

Just like he’s taught her to.

Well, he hasn’t exactly instructed her in the intricacies of manipulation, not directly, but his girl has a knack for it. With those huge, beautiful blue eyes and naturally pouty lips perfectly proportioned in her heart-shaped face…she can be the picture of innocence and hurt, when she has a mind to.

When it comes to getting what she wants from him, even though he recognizes her attempts to manipulate, his will to resist her still eventually collapses like an unstable house of cards.

And, though her skill in this means Silco is at her mercy, he is so, so proud of his girl.

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Over the next few days, they work out the details.

He’s agreed to do it, of course. He’s not adverse enough to the idea to deny her. After all, a large part of him does get a thrill out of the idea of permanently marking her as his. Like daughter, like father.

Silco learns that Jinx wants him to use the knife he’s carried everywhere like a totem since using it to free himself from almost certain death. What he’d grabbed for to save himself when the answer to the welcoming water’s query, “have you had enough?” was “absolutely not.”

It is not the instrument he’d choose for precision, for this type of project.

“I could get a more suitable tool from Dr. Reveck…” He glances at the knife where it's embedded in the map on his desk.

“No. It’s gotta be your knife. The knife.” Her voice is sure, her eyes bright, as she crawls into his lap.

She may tease him, calling him a sappy romantic, and, sure, he’s more interested than she is in poetic statements, but, this specification shows how sentimental his girl can truly be.

Because she wants him to use the knife from the night that rent him and Vander asunder, when he died and was reborn. The night that set the trajectory of his life toward the defining moment when an abandoned, despairing, furious little girl threw herself into his arms, jolting his world off its axis, onto a similar but distinct one that gave him renewed purpose.

He once thought he knew what love, family, and loyalty truly were, with Vander. But he had misjudged. Still, learning that painful lesson, and severing those ties allowed for his rebirth into strength, and served to prepare him to provide for the needs of the true love of his life. Jinx.

And so, Silco doesn’t need her to explain why she insists on the knife, because he understands. Perhaps more than she does.

Silco caresses Jinx’s cheek, and she leans into his hand with a pleased sound. “The knife. Yes. All right.” He will be sure to sharpen it beforehand.

The light in his beloved daughter’s eyes grows brighter with his agreement and she grabs his lapels, surging into him, kissing him hard.

And, as she rides him in his chair, he is lost in her again.