Chapter 9
NINE
“I have sent you the feeding schedule. If you follow it, she will be able to gain weight at a healthy pace and shouldn’t be as cold over time,” Yamal says as he walks into the apartment.
I look over at him from my kennel and hold on to the blanket even tighter. No matter what, Daddy will not dress me in anything but a diaper. He would rather put more blankets around me than put clothes on.
“Is everything okay?” Yamal asks as he looks between me and Daddy.
My fingers are ice cubes as I grip the blanket, trying to keep warm.
The first things to go are fingers and toes.
Am I going to lose some today?
“Chale?” Yamal questions.
I open my mouth to respond, but Daddy clears his throat and gives me a look, making me quickly stop. I glare at him before looking back at Yamal.
“Yes?” Daddy responds.
Daddy told me I couldn’t talk to anyone without his permission. What a meanie. I didn’t even do anything bad to warrant him telling me I can’t talk to anyone without his permission.
Who does he think he is?
“Are you two okay?” Yamal asks.
“Leah was a little naughty this morning, so I put her in time-out in her cage,’ Daddy responds.
“I didn’t even do anything bad!” I raise my voice and look at him.
“Did I say you could talk?” Daddy raises his eyebrows.
“No, but you aren’t the boss of me!” I glare at him.
Daddy thinks he is something special to be able to order me around, but he can’t. I am my own person and can take care of myself.
“I am, and you better remember that.” He stands from the couch and starts walking toward me.
I keep my eyes on him. Before I know it, the top of the kennel is off, and Daddy is staring down at me.
“I’m your owner, your Daddy. You are mine, and I am yours. We talked about the rules, and you agreed to them. If you keep this up, there will be more consequences,” Daddy says. “Now, be a good girl and stay in here quietly while Yamal and I talk.”
I open my mouth, but one fierce look from Daddy and I quickly close it. So much for sticking to my ground and showing him. But I don’t want another spanking. The one he gave me when Yamal was checking up on me was enough to remind me that I don’t want another one.
I’m just going to have to figure out a different way to show him that he can’t make rules for me.
“Have you been following the schedule I sent you?” Yamal asks.
“I have,” Daddy replies as he puts the top on the kennel once again. “I was about to get her for another feed. But before we do that, let’s talk.”
My eyebrows pull together as I look at Daddy and Yamal. What are they going to discuss?
“Has she shown any other symptoms?” Yamal asks. “We didn’t give her the injection. I’m worried that she might have gotten sick from something on the metal cage. I haven’t been to inspect the room myself.”
“Why would you put girls in there if it wasn’t safe?” I mumble before I can stop myself.
My eyes go wide as I stare at Daddy.
“I’m sorry!” I cry out, tears pooling in my eyes.
While I want to show him that he can’t boss me around, it was an honest mistake for me to say that out loud.
“Chale,” Yamal whispers.
“I didn’t mean to say it out loud. It came out before I could even do anything. Please don’t spank me. Please don’t give me more time-out,” I beg him, my whole body shaking.
“Chale,” Yamal scolds him.
“She hasn’t shown any symptoms yet, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on her. I think her body is fighting something with how nervous and anxious she has been the past several days.” Daddy stands up.
Me anxious?
I have never been anxious in my life.
“Can you tell me more about it?” Yamal asks.
Daddy walks toward me and bends down in front of the kennel.
“I promise I didn’t mean to talk,” I whisper, tears in my eyes as I look up at Daddy. “I wasn’t trying to talk and disobey you.”
Panic runs through me as Daddy stares at me. What is he going to do? Is he going to pull me out of the kennel and punish me in front of Yamal?
I suck in a breath, trying to fill my lungs.
“Please,” I whisper.
“You’re okay,” Daddy gently says. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
“Please don’t punish me.” I blink up at him.
Daddy picks me up and holds me close as he walks over to where Yamal is sitting on the couch.
“You aren’t going to get punished. I know you didn’t mean it,” Daddy tells me. “Just take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Such a good Little pet. And another one, slowly let it out again.”
I feel myself calming down.
“Can you tell me about her feeling anxious?” Yamal asks. “This is important information.”
“At first, I thought it was because she was cold, but even after spending hours against my skin and warming up, she still shakes. Sometimes it’s small tremors, and other times it’s more pronounced,” Daddy explains.
“I kept asking her how she felt, and it’s in her voice at times.
I think she is just anxious about this whole situation. ”
Yamal hums and writes several things down.
“I’m okay,” I mutter as I look up at Daddy. “I’m not anxious at all.”
But as I say those words, Daddy gives me a knowing look. He cups my face and gently runs his thumb over my cheek.
“It’s okay for you to feel anxious, but we don’t want it to get out of hand. I know all of this is new to you, and you are trying to navigate a new life, but I will not let anything happen to you,” Daddy says. “I want you happy, calm, and protected.”
“I will have some medicine delivered to help with this. I suggest either giving it to her before she goes to bed or in the morning,” Yamal suggests.
“And if it doesn’t seem to help, call me, and we can talk about it.
There is another girl who also gets anxious.
We have been working on what the right dosage is, but I think one pill once a day will be enough for Leah until she gains more weight. ”
“I really don’t need medicine,” I tell Daddy. “I don’t want to have to swallow them or remember to take them. I don’t do well with stuff like that.”
Daddy chuckles. “Good thing you won’t have to swallow them or remember to take them. Daddy will be helping you take them, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
My eyebrows scrunch together as I look at him. “What do you mean?”
“I will take my leave right now before you get into this.” Yamal stands up. “If you need anything else, call me.”
“Thank you again,” Daddy replies. “I’ll keep you updated.”
“I should have the pill ready soon. I’ve been working on it for the past several days,” Yamal says before he shuts the door behind him.
I poke Daddy’s chest. “What do you mean by I won’t have to remember, and you’ll be helping me take them?”
“I will be keeping track of when you eat and take medicine. You won’t have to remember any of that from now on,” Daddy replies. “That is Daddy’s job. And as for the medicine, well, it’s a suppository, so you won’t have to swallow it.”
“Then where?” I whisper.
“It will go in your bottom,” he says.
My eyes go wide, my mouth falling open as I stare at Daddy.
“No,” I finally manage to get out. “There is no way that you are going to stick anything up my bottom.”
I clench my hole as I stare at Daddy. I’ve never had medicine go up there, and I’m not about to start. I am an adult, and nothing should be going up there again.
“You don’t have any say over it.” He gives me a pointed look. “It’s for your health, and I take your health very seriously.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want it. Tell him to give me medicine that I can swallow,” I demand.
Daddy chuckles. “That’s not how it works. It is better for it to go in your bottom. I am in charge.”
“Then I will push it out!” I raise my voice.
“Lucky for me, you won’t be able to do that. I will keep my finger in your bottom or plug you with something. We have already thought of this,” Daddy says. “My finger will stay there until the medicine is dissolved.”
I open and close my mouth several times, trying to think of something to say, but coming up short. Who does he think he is?
“End of discussion. Yamal will have them delivered. Once they are, we will start,” Daddy firmly says, leaving no room for argument.
“Then I’ll run away or hide from you!” I throw my hands in the air.
“You can try to do that, but I will always find you,” Daddy replies and taps my collar. “This has a tracking device in it, so if you try to run away, I will find you.”
“What?” I screech and hold onto my collar. “That is violating some type of human rights!”
Daddy shakes his head. “It’s not. Every Little pet who comes to Venkoria will have a collar like this. It is for translation purposes; there are hoops on it so we can put a leash on you, and a tracking device is on it. I can also turn off the translation part if I need to.”
“Why so many things?” I ask. “I think you should just have an earpiece for us so we can understand you. There is no need for a collar.”
Daddy leans in closer to me, his face mere inches away from mine.
“There is a need for a collar. It lets other people know that you belong to me. It is a constant reminder for you that you belong to me and no one else,” Daddy says.
“I want you to always know that you are mine and will be mine for the rest of your life. This collar will help you remember that. Understand?”
“Why would you need to turn off the translation?” I ask, completely ignoring what he just said.
He gives me a knowing look. “You won’t be able to run away from me forever.”
I look at him in shock. “I’m not running away from you.”
But it’s exactly what I’m doing. If I don’t agree to anything he says, then I won’t get into trouble
“You are, and we both know it. I will only allow it for a little longer, but if you don’t start adjusting, I will have to take drastic measures,” Daddy tells me.
“Drastic measures?” I look up at him.
“Yes, but don’t worry about that right now. Let’s get you a bottle, and then we can go to bed.” Daddy kisses the side of my head.