Chapter 11
ELEVEN
I stare at Daddy, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.
Shit.
I should not have told him. Why couldn’t I keep it to myself? Why did I have to be such a big mouth and tell him everything?
“Is that so?” Daddy asks.
I nod. “I don’t want to be naked. It’s not normal.”
“It’s normal on our planet, so that is how you are going to be.
You can wear a diaper. Unless it starts to get colder, I may put a shirt on you when we go out.
But when we are in the apartment, you will only wear a diaper,” Daddy explains.
“Sometimes you may not even wear a diaper and will be naked.”
My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “You can’t do that!”
“I can, and I will if I want to. I like seeing your breasts hanging there for me to look at. When you walk on all fours, I get to see them swinging back and forth.” Daddy’s voice drops an octave.
“But—”
Daddy shakes his head. “No buts. I have the final say in this matter. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But it’s wrong,” I mutter.
“How is it wrong?” he asks.
“I’m on display. We were never allowed to do that in the space station. We always had to cover up. It’s wrong to show off your body,” I tell him.
“You aren’t on the space station anymore. You are on Venkoria, and the rules are different here,” he gently says, cupping my face with his hands.
It isn’t different than on the space station. There are human women here as well, and they will see me.
“I can’t have anyone else looking at me like this.” My voice is full of panic.
“Why not?” Daddy asks.
I pull my face out of his hands and climb off his lap. I hiss as my bottom makes contact with the ground. I’m fully on display, and I don’t like it. For him to see so much of me.
Vulnerable.
Flaws.
He sees everything as he looks at me. I can’t do this. I need to cover myself, or else I’m going to have some type of breakdown, and it’s not going to be pretty.
“Little pet,” he gently says as he stands.
I hold my hand up and shake my head once again before I crawl to the window and grab the blanket. Without thinking, I wrap it around myself and ignore Daddy.
How can he say that it’s okay for me to be naked in front of everyone? Does he not understand that you should cover yourself up so people don’t look at you?
“Leah,” he gently begins.
“No,” I whisper, sounding broken.
“You’re okay.”
I shake my head. I’m not okay. There is so much happening right now, and I can’t fully process it all. He caught me lying and punished me for it. He actually went through with it. And now he’s telling me that I don’t get to wear any clothes when we go out of the apartment or even in the apartment?
I can’t do it.
The more I think about it, the more my breathing picks up. Life isn’t fair. It isn’t fair for him to do something like this to me.
“Leah, you’re okay,” he gently says. “Just take a deep breath for Daddy. Fill those pretty lungs with air so you don’t pass out.”
I pull the blanket over my head and start rocking back and forth, trying to calm myself down a little. But nothing works, and my breathing races. My head swims, and I hold on tighter to the blanket.
“Little pet.” Daddy’s voice sounds so far away right now. “You’re okay.”
I’m not okay, though. I’m the exact opposite right now.
“Let Daddy hold you.”
“No!” I manage to get out as I wrap the blanket firmly around myself. “D-don’t.”
“You need to calm down or you are going to pass out. Why don’t you take the blanket off your head so I can see you?” Daddy suggests.
I close my eyes tightly and keep the blanket where it is.
“Little pet.” He places his hand on my back. I flinch, but he doesn’t move it. “Everything is going to be okay, Little pet. You just need to take a couple of slow, even breaths so you can regain control.”
Everything is not going to be okay. Everything around me is crumbling, and I’m not able to stand on anything solid.
“Let Daddy hold you so you can calm down.” Daddy rubs his hand back and forth. “Can I do that?”
“No,” I cry out.
But it’s everything I want right now. I want him to hold me and help me become relaxed.
I don’t want to feel like this, but I don’t want to be naked in front of him or anyone else.
Does he not understand that? Does he not understand that everything around me is changing, and I can’t keep up with it all?
“You’re making Daddy worried,” he says. “I’m worried that you are going to pass out and hurt yourself.”
My heart aches at his words. He’s worried about me?
No, that can’t be true. Daddy has some type of ulterior motive and just wants me to believe that he will be worried about me if I pass out. But in reality, he is just going to do something to me. Maybe brainwash me with some type of new device they have on Venkoria.
I gag at the thought and take a deep breath.
“Little pet, you are going to be okay. Just calm your mind and don’t think about anything. Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he coos. “Just let Daddy hold you so that you can calm down.”
I scooch forward, my knees hitting the glass in front of me to get away from Daddy. I need to be as far away from him as possible so that I don’t get distracted. His scent alone makes me forget about everything else around me, and it’s dangerous.
“Leave me alone,” I choke out.
“I can’t do that, Little pet,” Daddy whispers. “I can’t leave you alone when you are in a state like this. Let Daddy hold you so we can talk about it.”
“No!” I scream and start moving back and forth, my knees hitting the glass every single time.
Daddy stays silent, but I continue to rock, trying to think of a way to get out of this. The sooner I can, the better it’ll be for me. He can’t hold me. Not when I am so vulnerable around him, and he wants me to be naked in front of everyone.
Does he have some type of fetish with my body?
I shake my head. I can’t think about that. No, if I go down that hole, there is no coming out of it. My mind will spiral, and I may die from all the thoughts.
“Yamal, can you come over?” Daddy says, his voice sounds far away. “Bring… Yes, that. Hurry. I don’t know how much longer she can last.”
I peek out from under the blanket. His back is to me, and I take it as an opportunity to crawl to the corner, pushing my back into the corner and placing the blanket over my head once again. Now I can see where he is and be ready for anything.
“Leah?” Daddy calls out. “Where are you?”
I stay silent, holding my breath as I wait for him to walk into a different room. Then I can get to the door and make my escape.
Wait.
The door.
Shit.
There is no way for me to open it. Not with how high the handle is. There is no way I will be able to reach it. How am I going to get out of here?
“There you are.” Daddy’s soft voice sounds so close. “I’m just going to sit in front of you until Yamal gets here. Then we are going to talk about everything.”
“No,” I whisper.
“It’s not up for discussion. We are going to talk about it. But first, Yamal is going to give you some medicine to help you calm down,” Daddy explains.
I pull the blanket from over my head to look at Daddy, my eyes wide. “No medicine.”
My skin starts to feel itchy, and I start scratching.
What if the medicine they give me is something that is going to brainwash me and make me more compliant and do whatever he wants me to do with him?
What if it’s something that will keep me awake, and I will be able to see everything happen to me?
Tears pool in my eyes and run down my face as I stare at him.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers, his face full of concern. “Yamal is going to help us, and then we are going to talk. Nothing else. Can you take a deep breath for Daddy?”
I shake my head and hold the blanket around me tighter.
Daddy lifts his hand and reaches forward, but I flinch, hitting my head on the wall behind me.
“Careful,” Daddy gently says. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I came as fast as I could!” Yamal rushes into the room. “I brought the medicine.”
My head snaps toward Yamal as he makes his way over to us. At that moment, Daddy decides to lunge forward, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. I scream and fight in his arms, trying to get out of his embrace.
“Let me go!” I yell.
“Calm down, Little pet,” Daddy whispers in my ear.
I don’t pay attention. I struggle in his arms, desperately trying to get out of his arms, but his grip around me tightens.
“Hurry and give her the medicine so she can calm down,” Daddy says.
I shake my head and plead with Yamal.
“Please,” I beg. “Don’t.”
Yamal sets his bag in front of me, and I start kicking my feet, trying to position my body so that he can’t do anything to me. I won’t take the medicine in my mouth, and there is no way they will be able to put it up my bottom.
I scream when I see Yamal take a needle out of his bag. Tears stream down my face as I fight even harder to get out of Daddy’s arms.
“No, you can’t. Please,” I beg, almost hysterical at this point. “No. No needles. You promised no needles!”
Daddy wraps his legs around mine, successfully keeping my arms and legs still so Yamal can get closer to me.
“No!” I scream. “Please!”
But before I know it, Yamal sticks me with the needle, and everything goes black.