Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Bailey
I want to wake up, I just can’t. I’m so tired. Every time I blink my eyes open, I find Papi staring at me with a furrowed brow. He immediately starts fiddling with me, asking me questions, piercing me. He begs me to stay awake.
I’m pretty sure what I’m experiencing isn’t normal. If it were, he would have warned me ahead of time. He mentioned that I would have trouble speaking for a few days and that it would take a few weeks to get my strength back, but he never said a word about sleeping all the time.
I can speak fine, though my voice sounds groggy and slurred even to my own ears.
It’s like I’m drugged, which I’m certain is not the case.
If anything, Zingar is injecting me with an aphrodisiac every chance he gets.
I can feel the surge of arousal when his serum enters my body, but it doesn’t last. It’s like I burn it off or I’m too tired to care.
I’m losing track of the days. I wake briefly, drink as much of my bottles as I can, and slip back into unconsciousness. I’m at least as desperate to stay awake as Papi is for me to. I miss him.
“Hey, Baby girl.”
I’m in his arms, which is where I nearly always find myself. When I glance around, I find we’re in the living room. I only vaguely know the rooms of Papi’s home. Even though I look around when I’m awake, nothing sticks well. Memorizing my surroundings is not my priority.
Papi turns me so that I’m straddling his lap, facing him, his hands supporting my head. “Can you wake up for me?”
“Trying…”
He smiles, but it’s strained. Not genuine. He’s trying to be upbeat in front of me.
I straighten my spine and do everything I can to force myself to wake up. “I’m sorry, Papi.” Tears well up in my eyes. Is something wrong with me?
“Nothing to be sorry about, Little one. You’re just taking a long time to fully recover from stasis. I’m lonely waiting for you.” He pushes out his bottom lip in a fake pout.
I sort of giggle. “I keep dreaming about you,” I murmur. It’s true.
“Oh, yeah? What am I doing in your dreams?”
I squirm as I remember the latest dream. “You keep playing with my pussy, pinching it and teasing me, warning me that you’re going to have me pierced there.”
He chuckles. “That’s not a dream. That’s reality.”
I wiggle in his arms. “Ears, Papi…” I mumble.
“I only consented to ears…” I keep saying that, but even I’m no longer convinced.
It seems like every time I close my eyes, I slide into a weird dream where Papi and another man restrain me.
Papi holds my legs wide and applies a lot of pressure to steady me.
The other man pierces me. There’s a loud pop every time another hoop goes through my labia.
In my dream, there are a lot of them. My pussy throbs from the torment.
When the man is done, he threads something through all the hoops and pulls my pussy lips together, sealing my channel off.
A shudder shakes my body.
Papi inhales deeply, his body jiggling from soft laughter. “I don’t think thoughts about getting your ears pierced are making you horny, naughty girl.”
My face heats. I can never hide anything from him. It’s maddening. There’s no way for him to grasp the full extent of my imagination, and I’m certainly not going to tell him. He can just wonder.
“I bet you’re strong enough to almost sit up on your own,” Papi says, changing the subject. Thank goodness. He shifts me so that I’m more upright over his thighs.
It’s so weird when I look down to find my chest bare.
The only thing I’m ever wearing is a diaper.
The material is soft and it doesn’t make a crinkling noise.
It’s not uncomfortable, but I don’t know how I’ll ever get used to wearing it.
So far, it’s been easy since I’ve been sleeping.
I seem to wet myself while I’m asleep without my knowledge.
Papi loosens his hold on me. “Try to support yourself.”
I panic a bit, afraid I might fall to one side and slip to the floor.
“Look at Papi, Little one.”
I meet his gaze as I manage to grip his shoulders to support myself.
“I will never let anything happen to you. My hands will stay right where they are. I’m just easing my grip enough to give you a chance to sit on your own. You won’t fall, Baby girl.”
I glance down. The floor is so far away. This armchair is gigantic. All the furniture in the room is huge just like the couch and chairs I saw in his apartment on Earth. I feel tiny compared to Papi and everything in his home.
When I shift my attention back to him, I focus on sitting upright.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You’re doing it.”
It’s odd how happy this small step makes him. Me, too. I manage to smile and straighten up farther, keeping my hands on his shoulders. I know he won’t let me fall, but I can’t bring myself to take a chance and let go of him. I need him for balance.
After a few seconds, Papi applies pressure to my waist again, supporting me as he leans forward to reach around me.
“I’m just moving the footstool closer.” When he’s done, he props his feet on it and leans me back against his thighs.
I’m mostly upright now, and I feel comforted by his slightly parted thighs behind me.
Papi brings a hand in front of me. “See how hard you can grip my finger, Little one.”
I reach for his hand and squeeze his pointer.
“Good girl. Now the other hand.”
I do the same. It’s like physical therapy for someone who was in a coma. That’s literally exactly what Papi is doing.
“Can you lift your arms above your head?”
When I do, his smile grows.
“See how long you can hold them.”
My arms are trembling, but I manage to keep them aloft for a long time before I drop them.
Papi goes through several more exercises with my arms and my legs. He seems pleased, which tells me I’m not too far off what’s expected and normal for however long I’ve been here. I even feel more awake than I have any previous time.
“You need to eat, Little one. You’re not getting enough calories. You never finish your bottles.”
“I’ll try, Papi. I get so tired when you feed me. It lulls me to sleep.”
“I know, Baby girl, but try to stay awake this time, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I want to follow his instructions. I want to please him. I might be argumentative on many topics, but I don’t have any interest in not being healthy. I want to get better and be able to walk and talk like a normal person.
When Papi stands, he props me on his hip. I have pretty good control over my head, and I feel more alert. I hope I’m turning the corner. Maybe the lethargy is going to subside.
A few minutes after I start sucking the formula, though, I grow very tired.
Papi jiggles the nipple over and over in my mouth. “Try to finish all of it, Baby girl. You need the calories.”
It’s hard to focus, but I manage to drink most of it. I’m only barely aware of Papi’s praise as I fall asleep again.