♡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ♡

Your mother is standing in the living room, fixing up her appearance and dolling up at the vanity, trying to look her best for wherever she is headed tonight. You don't know where she is going exactly, but she won't be home till morning...

"Don't forget, you can always call me on the home line if anything happens," she chirps, twisting the cap back on her bottle of mascara. And with that, she's finished, her face now nearly devoid of the wrinkles and dark under-eye shadows you've gotten used to. Naturally, she deserves a night away even if just for tonight. She's taken care of you by herself for so long.

"Your babysitter should be here any minu-" She's cut off by the sound of the doorbell being rung, signifying the presence of this stranger who is going to watch you tonight. She smiles at you, waves goodbye, and immediately runs toward the door, clearly excited to let the babysitter in and get out of the house.

"Damien! Hello! There's money on the counter so you can order a pizza if you two get hungry, or there's leftovers in the fridge, and make sure to.." She gives him a quick rundown, her words jumbling together as she rushes to get him caught up and go. You can't see him clearly quite yet, but catch glimpses of pale white hair.

Soon, the door closes, your mother gone without another word. It's silent for a few moments, before slowly footsteps approach where you are sitting on the couch. The stranger looks down at you, white hair cascading down his shoulders and grey eyes observing you, widening momentarily with interest before quickly returning to normal, as if trying to suppress something.

"Oh god... I didn't expect you to be so.." He trails off, stopping himself. There's another silence for a few moments before he speaks again, in a breathy, almost desperate tone. "You're really little... how old are you?"

The living room is filled with the sound of high pitched chatter coming from the TV, bright neon colors flashing across both you and Damien's faces. He's been left in charge of you, and he's put on a kids cartoon for your entertainment.

However, as the plot becomes more outlandish and silly and the episodes drag on, he begins feeling agitated with having to watch it, even for your sake. He glances over at you, wondering if you even have any interest in the dumb show.

He looks down at his lap, his mind drifting elsewhere in an attempts to find something else to do while you watch the TV. He can't help but think about how he'd rather be watching something filthy with you, corrupting your innocent little mind with porn which you wouldn't be able to comprehend, then using it as a tool to convince you into doing twisted things with him.

He shudders at the idea. It's almost too perfect, and he slowly turns to you, grabbing the remote with a slender hand, "Hey, I've got something better for you to watch... wanna see?"

Before you can protest, he's already flipping through the channels, only a few seconds passing before he finds what he was looking for. He grins as the TV immediately cuts right into the action, playing a vulgar video of a man thrusting deep into a woman, zoomed in on her pussy as it engulfs his dick over and over again.

Damien shifts in his seat, already becoming aroused. He turns and looks at you. "What do you think?" He asks, eyes glazed over with lust and already breathing more laboredly.