Questions for Samantha

Scott's eyes swept across the car's interior, his gaze lingering on Samantha and Lily before settling on his daughter. He sneered, a mixture of disdain and perversion twisting his features. "You know any other lesbians, huh?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice. Samantha, seated beside Lily, felt a shiver run down her spine as Scott's eyes locked onto her. She knew that look, the one that hinted at darker desires and a complete disregard for boundaries.

Samantha's eyes darted to her, who slumped against the seat, her body battered and still reeling from the recent ****.

She looked like she was about to pass out, her eyes half-closed and her breathing shallow.

Scott's gaze followed Samantha's, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had broken Farrah, and now he had his sights set on Samantha.

"I bet the other girl you used to hang out with was your girlfriend right?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

Samantha's heart raced as she felt his eyes on her, his gaze piercing through her. She could feel his desire, his need to dominate and control women, this is not the dad she knew.

She looked at him, her eyes wide with fear, unsure of what to do.

Scott's eyes narrowed as he looked at her, his gaze unwavering. "This can either go easy or hard, if you don't want to be gangfucked repeatably, give me her address." He growled, his voice low and menacing.

Samantha's mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of this situation. She knew that she couldn't give him the address, but she also knew that she couldn't stand up to him. She felt trapped, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to come up with a plan.