A young Regina Mills laid sprawled out across her bed, legs bent so her feet waved lightly back and forth behind her. She glanced over at the clock on her bedside table and found that it was just shy of 3:30 in the afternoon. Her older sister, Zelena, had been working the night shift lately and had announced her departure roughly an hour prior. Like most girls her age, the sixteen year old idled away her time scrolling through her social media feeds,occasionally pausing to like or comment on a particular status that she found amusing or insightful. After following several connected threads out of curiosity, the brunette found herself blushing slightly upon finding herself perusing a very adult webpage.

"Wow, Regina, how did you get here?" She whispered to herself as she scrolled through the endless pages of memes and anonymous confessions, even boldly liking a few in the process.

The teen clicked a link to take her to the main profile page for the account holder, her eyes taking in the words laid out for the world to see: Everyone has a dark side. DM me for a little fun or just make a confession of your own.

Regina bit her lip gently as she contemplated the idea of actually sending this faceless, nameless person a message. What was the harm, really? She could do it anonymously and it's not like there weren't other people out there with the same fantasy, right? She took a breath and tucked some hair behind her ear before she opened a message and began to type.

'You know what I've always thought was really fun to scream out during sex? Daddy. I mean what person wouldn't like to be called daddy? It's hot in the bedroom and even hotter outside of it.'

She read over the message a few times to ensure that her spelling was correct and that she didn't sound too much like the virgin she was. Once she was satisfied, she tapped the send button and felt her heart jump as the message was whisked away.

The brunette rolled over onto her back and stretched slowly, thinking about the few relationships she'd had in her short life. There had been Daniel who had been cute and nice enough, but hadn't given her the butterflies she always hoped to feel when she met her someone special. Then there was Robin…. Regina grimaced at the thought of him. He wasn't terrible looking but he was pushy and arrogant just because he was on the football team.

Regina prided herself on not being a stereotypical cheerleader who immediately swooned when a jock spoke to her. She actually disliked most of the football and basketball teams, if she was being honest. Most of them were cocky, arrogant and felt as though they were entitled to all that the world had to offer simply because they had the mental capacity to catch a ball or run more than 5 feet without tripping.

The brown eyed beauty put thoughts of jocks, pom poms and homework out of her head, reminding herself that it was Saturday and she had better things to do than dwell on pointless things. With a soft huff she rolled over and landed on her feet, stretching her arms above her head and adjusting her shorts before making her way downstairs, phone in hand. She grimaced at how much cooler it was downstairs in comparison to her bedroom, her toes wiggling against the hardwood.

She paused midway through her journey to respond to a text message from Kat, smiling at the rant she had received about the unfairness that was the education system. She typed back a reply before continuing into the kitchen and opening the fridge. She had taken to cooking a few years ago in an attempt to help her sister out around the house. It wasn't like she didn't realize how stressful it was for Zelena to suddenly be left to care for Regina after the unexpected death of their parents two years prior.

The brunette hummed as she surveyed the items in the fridge before selecting a few ingredients and laying them out on the counter. She took a moment to scrawl additional items onto the shopping list hanging on the fridge before she turned back to her task. Cooking was easily Regina's favorite thing to do next to cheerleading and horseback riding. It let her forget about her troubles for a little while and focus on making edible art.

She set to work chopping, dicing, and washing the vegetables she had taken out, setting them aside in separate piles. Once the pan on the stove had heated, she placed the chicken cutlets in carefully, pulling her hand back to avoid any splashed olive oil. After blowing hair out of her face one too many times, the teen grabbed a hair tie from the downstairs bathroom and pulled her hair back into a slick ponytail.

Regina hummed softly to herself as she pulled the chicken from the pan and sliced it up before depositing it back in and adding the vegetables along with a little more olive oil and a bit of seasoning. She tossed the concoction with a well practiced flick of her wrist, smiling proudly at how good she had gotten when it came to cooking.

She had just finished plating the food and pouring herself a glass of the raspberry tea Zelena had made before departing for work when her phone chimed merrily from its place on the counter. The teen wiped her hands on a towel before picking up the device and opening the message she had just received.

The brunette felt her jaw go slack and the fork she had been holding between her fingers clattered to the floor. Ebony eyes widened as they reread the text displayed on her phone. What was worse was the heat she felt pooling between her legs. She gulped softly and murmured the words aloud as if doing so would make them have less of an effect on her.

'If you're as beautiful as I imagine you to be, I'll gladly let you call me Daddy. I would love to show you all the ways I can make you scream out for your Daddy. What do you say?'