Olaf heard the footsteps running up the stairs and down the hallway, stopping at his room. He watched the door swing open quickly to reveal the smiling blonde girl.

She was wearing a pair of black overall shorts and a striped shirt underneath. Childlike friendship bracelets and large scrunchies ran up and down her arms and a candy necklace sat around her neck, along with the cat choker he'd bought her.

She ran her fingers through her hair, which was pulled up into two ponytails on the side of her head.

Smiling widely, she threw her backpack on the ground and stuck out her arms to embrace him.

He ducked down to meet her and lifted her off the ground and into his arms.

"How was MY little girl's day?" He asked with a pleasant smirk. She smelled like cake.

"Oh it was terrible, daddy!" Kit moaned, puffing out her lip in a pout, voice high pitched and whiny, "everything was so easy! People brought me everything I wanted, which I totally don't deserve because I live such a privileged and care free life! And I got good grades today, which is wrong because I'm really stupid! And too many people were nice to me which is terrible cause I'm really really really ugly!"

"How dare they," Olaf said, shocked that anyone would treat such a terrible girl so well.

"I don't know, daddy," Kit said sadly, "I tried to tell them that you were the smartest most handsome person ever and that I'm ugly and dumb, but they wouldn't listen to me!"

"Well it's not your fault, kitten," Olaf claimed, releasing her from his arms, "it's their fault that they don't know how mean and awful you are, and that I'm better than you."

"Yeah daddy, it's their fault. They can all go fucking die!" Kit said smirking, she walked over to him, looking him in the eye, "you're so handsome and wonderful. I'm lucky to even be in the same room with you."

She slid his hands under his shirt and ran her fingers over his abs, looking up at him. His lips curled into a pleased smirk.

"Yes, you are," Olaf agreed, grabbing her hips, pushing her down on the bed, climbing on top of her.

"I know, and that's why I'll do anything you tell me to do. I'm so disrespectful and entitled that I need someone to put me in my place and make me beg for love. Thank you for doing that for me, daddy! I'd be nothing without you," she admitted with wide eyes.

"Of course you would," Olaf added, "I saved you from yourself. Now you're my property, kitten."

"Of course, daddy. I have to do everything you ask, come when every you call me, and let you touch me wherever you want," Kit said with wide eyes and a big smile.

"Always," Olaf groaned, looking into her eyes and giving a smile of his own.

He rotated and grinded his hips against hers, staring into her eyes as he did. They were so wide and submissive. Just by looking at them he could tell that his darling wouldn't go anywhere. She'd stay right there in his arms until he told her otherwise. She'd smile at him and show him her body, because she wanted to. They'd gotten past the point where he made her do things for him. Now she did it because she wanted to. She understood now. She understood that he was better than her and that she was ugly and awful. She understood that she had to submit to him.

And now they were happy.

"Your cock is hard, daddy," she commented, her wide eyes darting around in excitement.

"I know, it's your fault, my little minx. You got me excited," Olaf smirked down at her.

"But, I didn't even do anything," Kit said in innocent confusion.

Innocent.

"You didn't have to," Olaf admitted, he burried his face in the side of her neck and started whispering in her ear, "I saw your ugly little obedient face and I just couldn't help myself.

He bit her ear lightly, hearing her let out a gasp in response. She closed her eyes, trying to control her moans as he started kissing up and down her neck.

"Yeah. You always get excited when I'm a good girl, daddy," Kit said smiling wide.

"Of course. You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Kit nodded.

"I'm going to fuck you now, alright?"

"Okay daddy, anything for you,"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP

"Olaf, get the fuck up! We're late!" Abigail screamed as she woke her brother up, hitting him with a pillow.

Olaf eyes opened slowly. Where had Kit gone?

"Let's go! I don't have time for your slowness today!" Abigail yelled again, "and what the hell were you dreaming about? Cause whatever you were saying in your sleep was WEIRD."

Olaf looked from left to right, his eyes finally landing on his sister. He scowled at her.

Abigail was about to yell at him again, but froze when she saw his expression. He genuinely looked furious with her.

"Hey...c-calm down bro, okay? It's not that serious, b-but we really do need to go," Abigail said nervously, and a lot quieter.

She walked to the door to give her brother some privacy.

"Just...come down stairs when you're ready," she said hesitantly.

She closed the door and left him in his room alone.

He wanted to strangle her.

Not that he was enjoying the dream...or anything. He wasn't. He hated Kit with every bone in his body, every fiber of his being. He didn't know why she was dressed and talked... like a fucking six year old...it was kinda hot

But she'd admitted that he was better than her. And he was about to fuck her.

Yeah...those sounded like good excuses.

No!...not excuses...he hated her...

He pushed the covers back and ran his fingers through his hair. He fucking hated school, but right now he needed to be away from his own thoughts and school was probably the best place to be to do that.

The drive to school had been awkwardly silent. He could count on his siblings to be annoying when he wanted peace and quiet, but now that he needed noise in the car to distract him from his own thoughts, they were quiet. Not to mention, Abigail had been constantly looking over at him. He knew she still wanted to know what he'd been dreaming about.

"Well it's Tuesday," she began, filling the awkward silence, "the worst day of the week."

"Yeah, Whatever," Olaf grumbled, pushing his car door open roughly.

"Olaf, wait!" Abigail shouted, trying to catch up to her brother, "look if there's anything you want to talk about-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" Olaf screamed pushing his sister and pinning her to the dirt, "THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT!"

"Get off of me, you sick fuck!" Abigail yelled, pushing her brother off and getting to her feet, "I was just trying to help you out, idiot!"

"I don't need your fucking help! Nothing is wrong! I'm fine!" He retorted, his eyes furious.

"You killed animals as a kid! You used to purposely push kids off the jungle gym hoping you would get to see their limbs break! You've even literally tried to KILL ME before! Olaf you can say A LOT of things about yourself, but one thing you can't say is that you're fine!" Abigail argued.

"I don't fucking need to hear this," Olaf rolled his eyes and marched away angrily.

Abigail sighed and quickly followed behind her brother.

"Olaf, look, you're obviously on edge for some reason," Abigail whispered, keeping her voice down now that they had entered the school.

"I'm not on edge," he said through gritted teeth, "I'm just tired of this fucking school."

"Oh please," Abigail sighed, rolling her eyes, "you don't even do you're own homework."

"Shut up," Olaf groaned, "I just want a break from life, that's all."

"Ah I see, Olaf the Almighty admitting he's not as powerful as he thought," Abigail teased.

"Fuck you," he growled.

The siblings heard a loud eruption of laughter come from around the corner.

"And it looks like my day is just getting better and better," Olaf remarked sarcastically.

Abigail rounded the corner before him and stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widening.

"Actually, I think it might be," Abigail said with a smirk. She wiggled her eyebrow at him, and he raised one of his at her.

"Abby girl! I didn't even see you there! Come gimme a hug, bitch!" A sharp and annoying voice called from around the corner.

Olaf finally rounded the corner as Abigail went to go hug the owner of the voice. Olaf saw all his friends huddled around them. Ernest turned to look at him and smirked.

"Hey sexy," Esme said, biting her lip flirtatiously.