Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
It turns out the muscle relaxant lasts for hours. I stare at the top of the kennel for most of the time. Even when my hands and feet begin to tingle, it’s a struggle to move them. I wet myself several times, unable to control my bladder.
I’m anxious because Daddy didn’t give me my pacifier. I assume that’s because he was concerned about my airway being obstructed. He doesn’t put the cloth back over my kennel, and he looks in my direction often.
After a long time, he turns toward me and leans back in his chair.
I’m still not verbal, but even if I were, I wouldn’t say anything. I’m harboring a new level of mad.
He starts speaking in his usual calm voice. “The kibble is especially designed to ensure you won’t have any allergic reactions. It would be remiss of me to feed you regular foods from our planet. I would be responsible if you had a severe reaction to anything new.
“Our scientists developed both the formula and the kibble to provide nourishment to any beings we bring here from other planets. The fact that you find the two foods so insulting is confusing to me, and I’m having a hard time understanding your reaction.”
I continue to stare at the top of my cage, mostly because it’s my only option. Maybe I could move my head toward him, but I haven’t tested that theory, and I don’t plan to yet.
“The kennel is for your safety. It’s non-negotiable. I need to know you’re safe while I’m working. I would be too distracted if you were crawling around in this space with so many of my fellow coworkers hovering close by.”
He’s not going to talk me into accepting this cage.
“You will go in there every single day while I’m working and entertain yourself politely and quietly.
You will eat what I provide you and use your diapers.
If not, I won’t hesitate to sedate you either by the method I used today or the one I used the first few days you were on Venkoria.
If you enjoy being unconscious or immobilized, keep up your naughty behavior. ”
Darn him. He’s so rigid. Would he really put that muscle relaxant in my bottom every day of my life if I defied him? Do I want to find out?
“The reason I covered your kennel with the black cloth was to keep people from looking at you. My coworkers and guests are very curious about you, and I don’t like it. I find I’m annoyed when people stare at you. You’re mine. My pet. They can keep their ogling eyes to themselves.”
That last little sentence is unexpected. He’s so possessive of me. It makes me feel oddly cherished. The fact that he doesn’t like anyone looking at me is kind of sweet. It’s not rational, but it’s sweet.
“The reason I turned off your translator was so that you could focus on your e-reader without being bored by any discussions I’m having with a coworker. It wasn’t meant to infuriate you, though I may at times turn it off so you won’t know what I’m saying.”
I manage to purse my lips. It was thoughtful of him not to bore me.
“There are a lot of non-negotiables in your new life, Little pet. Arguing with me will get you nowhere. I don’t mind spanking you every day if you insist. I also won’t hesitate to fondle your pretty pussy without letting you come.
I enjoy the scent of your arousal filling the room.
In addition, it pleases me that I’m the only one who finds your essence so intoxicating.
No one else seems to notice it. I assume the injection you were given caused that.
It has had powerful effects that I enjoy. ”
I’m glad he’s so pleased, I think in the most sarcastic tone I’ve ever used, even in my head.
“It’s late. Most of my coworkers have gone home. We’re going to do the same. When we get home, you can spend some time on the floor in the living room, where I can keep an eye on you while you regain your strength. Eventually, you’ll be able to roll over and then crawl.”
Daddy is very careful once again as he lifts me from the cage and cradles me in his arms. He takes extra care to support my head, which is good since I don’t have the strength back to hold it up on my own yet.
When he clasps the leash to my neck, I flinch. Even in my limp state, my body reacts to the pop. My reflexes activate again when he pops the leash onto his wrist.
Daddy smiles smugly and kisses my forehead.
I’m grateful he didn’t put the other leash between my legs before we left Yamal’s. I didn’t need the added stimulation this afternoon. I had enough physical issues to deal with without adding a chain between my folds.
Daddy bundles me against him, holding me securely against his chest, even including a blanket, which he wraps around my body.
I’m snug and comforted as we leave the office. I like being covered like this. I’m not a fan of everyone staring at me any more than he is. I prefer the security of having my face buried against his chest, where I can inhale his scent with every breath.
Even though I’m currently being disciplined for my behavior this morning, my heart beats wildly for this alien man who adores me.
He speaks to a few people on our way out of the office, and I breathe easier when we step into the hallway. I wish he could work from home every day and we didn’t have to go to his office, where other people look at me and speculate about my abilities.
I’m in my head as Daddy steps into the elevator, and I pay no attention when it stops, thinking we’ve arrived on our floor. But that’s not the case. Daddy doesn’t move.
When I tip my head back, I see someone else joining us. We must have stopped on another floor. I’m lucky I have even this much control over my head.
Daddy is frowning, and he grips me tighter, slowly wrapping the leash around his wrist under the blanket. I can hear the chains and feel his hand twisting. I know that’s what he’s doing.
Are we in danger?
Suddenly, the elevator lurches to a stop, and the man spins around to face us.
I hate that I don’t have full mobility, but I’m grateful I can at least tip my head to see the danger approaching.
The man holds up a strange device I don’t recognize. His voice is deep as he bellows, “Give the pet to me.”
I stiffen. My breath hitches.
Daddy squeezes me tighter. “You don’t want to do this, man. I advise you to get off the elevator on the next floor and never come near us again. If you pursue this route, things will not end well for you.”
The man lunges forward, swinging the black thing in his hand. It makes a zapping sound like it’s electrical.
Somehow, I manage to scream and clutch at Daddy’s shirt with my fists. The burst of adrenaline must be enough to help me regain some control over my movements. There’s no way I could stand if I needed to, but at least I can grip onto Daddy.
“Give me the pet,” he screams. “Now, fucker. Give it to me or you’re dead.”
Holding me with one hand, Daddy lifts his other in a counter swing at the guy’s forearm, keeping the black metal device from touching him. Without missing a beat, Daddy also raises his leg pretty high and kicks something on the panel.
A blaring alarm goes off. It’s so loud that it hurts my ears, but I’m hopeful it will summon someone to help us. The elevator still isn’t moving. Somehow, this man must have rigged it to stop in between floors. I’ve been in elevators that malfunctioned and left me stranded on the space station.
The dangerous man swings again. This time, Daddy jumps to one side. He’s still holding me with one arm and using the other to deflect, but it’s not enough because the man’s hand is already in motion, and the black device hits my leg.
Even through my jammies, my entire body jolts as if I’ve been electrocuted. I go completely rigid, arching in Daddy’s arms at the intense pain that races through my body, rattling my teeth and making my eyes roll back in my head.
Daddy shouts so loud that his voice seems to make the entire elevator vibrate, but that’s probably just lingering effects from the evil weapon.
Everything is a blur of movement as I try to draw oxygen into my lungs. I’m aware of Daddy’s free arm swinging in front of me and then the evil man screaming in pain. Good. I hope he dies. I hope Daddy chopped him in the head or something.
He must have because the guy goes down, collapsing to the floor just as the elevator doors open. I don’t know how or when we started moving again.
“Grab him,” Daddy orders as he tucks his free hand around me, squeezing me almost too tight. He steps over the crumpled body of our assailant to get out of the enclosed space.
His hand slides up to the back of my head, preventing me from witnessing anything behind me. Or perhaps he’s keeping everyone from seeing my face. Either way, he’s protecting me.
More voices join the group until it seems like there must be ten people surrounding the elevator.
I’m still shaking from the effects of the electrical shock. I don’t think I’m injured, but I don’t have enough mobility to be certain.
Someone with the authorities must arrive. He begins questioning Daddy, who tells him the man tried to kidnap me and explains the details.
I’m whimpering now that I’m able to, barely holding back tears, mostly because I’m too freaked out to manage to cry.
“Is your pet okay?” someone asks.
“I think so. He managed to taser her before I took him down.”
They continue to discuss my well-being. This goes on for a while, more questions, more of the same answers. Eventually, Yamal arrives in the hallway. I recognize his voice. Someone must have informed him about what happened. It’s convenient that he lives in the building.
I’m not altogether excited about this new development because I’d bet my last piece of stupid kibble that I’m about to undergo another medical exam. Yay…
It seems like forever before Daddy carries me away from the scene, leaving others to deal with our assailant. Daddy hurries toward our apartment, opens the door, and steps inside with Yamal right behind us.
Yamal is already talking. “Why don’t you set her on your bed? I don’t want to risk her being uncomfortable in case there are any lasting effects from the taser. She could have burns on her body.”
Daddy very gently deposits me on his mattress. His expression is tight with worry as he carefully unwraps the blanket from around me.
Yamal stands to his side, also looking concerned with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.
Breathing heavily, Daddy removes the leash from my neck, leaving it dangling from his wrist. He very carefully unzips my jammies and gently slides the sleeves off my arms.
My teeth are chattering. I’m irrationally cold, perhaps from panic.
Yamal doesn’t touch me, but he sets a hand on Daddy’s arm. “She’s going to be okay, Lasim. I know a taser can be a serious shock to the system, but it wasn’t directly against her skin, and they aren’t meant to kill.”
“She’s so small…” Daddy mutters as he finishes removing my clothes before inspecting every inch of my skin.
“I don’t see any bruising,” Yamal says in a very soothing voice. “Roll her onto her side so I can see her back.”
Daddy presses a palm between my breasts and guides me onto my side.
“Nothing,” the doctor whispers.
As Daddy lowers me onto my back again, Yamal pulls a stethoscope out of his bag and leans over to listen to my heart. He moves it around to several places, listening intently.
I squirm. It’s all I can manage to do so far, as I’m still coming out of the effects of the muscle relaxant. Maybe the adrenaline and the taser have given me a boost of energy and hurried along my recovery.
Yamal puts his stethoscope away. “I think she’s going to be fine, Lasim. I really do.”
Daddy hovers over me, looking at my face. “Does anything hurt, Little pet?”
I lick my lips. “No, Daddy. I’m just cold.” And scared.
Daddy grabs the blanket and wraps it around my body, turning me into a rolled bundle before lifting me into his arms. He follows Yamal to the door.
Yamal opens it and turns to face us. “I know I don’t need to tell you to keep a close eye on her this evening. If you see any changes or she does anything that concerns you, call me.”
“I will. Thanks.” Daddy shuts the door before locking it in three places. Next, he pulls out his phone and makes a call. I don’t know who answers, but he says, “I’m going to need more security.”