Chapter 5
FIVE
Daddy leans against the window, and I sob as I try to get out of his arms. Pushing and kicking to make him let go of me.
“Please!” I beg, turning my head away from the window.
“Look. It’s holding us,” he informs me.
“Please, don’t make me,” I sob, my whole body shaking with anxiety. “Please.”
I clasp an arm around my stomach as I start to feel nauseous. Daddy doesn’t move.
“One look.” Daddy cups my face with his free hand.
I shake my head and heave as my body wants to throw up from all the nerves running through my body.
“Pl-,” but I don’t get very far as I push my head to the side and vomit up everything that I’ve eaten and drunk.
“Oh, Little companion.” Daddy pulls me closer to his body.
Sobbing, I take a shaky breath in as I try to stop myself from puking once again.
“I didn’t think you were that afraid,” he mumbles, moving slightly.
Tears continue to run down my face as he bounces me up and down.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Let’s go clean you up.”
Tears continue to run down my face as he walks farther away from the window. I never want to be that close to it again. A shudder runs through me at the thought of it being one of my punishments.
I don’t think I would be able to survive if he did that.
“No more going close to the window,” Daddy told me.
I already knew that, though.
“Why didn’t you tell me before I walked you over there?” he asks.
I glare at him through my tear-filled eyes. Is he serious right now? I told him I didn’t like heights, yet he was the one who put me close to the window.
“Be a good girl and don’t glare at Daddy.” He taps my nose before sitting me on the counter.
I look around and realize we are in the kitchen. I lift my arms, without fully realizing what I am doing, toward Daddy. I don’t want to be away from him.
“Daddy is going to get something to clean you up, and then I can hold you again,” he explains.
I grunt and hold my arms up still, tears still running down my face. I don’t want to be away from him. I can’t fully explain the feelings I’m going through since I’ve never felt like this before.
“One second, Little companion,” he tells me. “Let me get this wet so I can clean you up.”
Is he going to make me clean up the vomit on the floor? Just the thought makes me curl my arm around my stomach, nausea bubbling inside of me. I’ve never been good with vomit and anything surrounding it.
Daddy walks in front of me and gently cup my face before wiping it with a wet cloth.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he purrs.
Leaning into this hand, I take a deep breath and close my eyes, letting my body his touch calm me. I didn’t know just a single touch from him would allow me to relax.
What has he done to me?
“Daddy is going to call the doctor and clean up the mess while you lie on the couch.” He picks me up.
I snuggle into his embrace, not fully comprehending what he just said. Doctor? Why would he call a doctor?
Wait.
“I don’t want to lie on the sofa,” I mumble into his chest.
He runs his hand up and down my back, calming me even more as I hear him talk on something.
“We are home,” Daddy says. “Yes, please do. I have several questions.”
Daddy walks toward the window, and I grip onto him tighter. What is he doing? I thought he said he wasn’t going to go over there again with me.
“Please,” I beg. “I’ll be good.”
“Shhh,” Daddy rocks me back and forth. “Everything is okay. You aren’t going too near the window. I’m just going to place you on the ground with some pillows around you, so won’t roll over and hurt yourself while I clean up the mess.”
“I don’t,” but I stop myself.
Why do I want to be so close to him all the time? Why does my heart rate spike when he isn’t touching me?
“I’m only going to be a couple of minutes, and then I’ll pick you right back up,” he gently says as he places me on the ground.
Whimpering, I look at him with tears in my eyes and try to lift my arms. From this angle and the exhaustion running through me from today’s events, it’s nearly impossible to hold them up.
Daddy grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “You’re going to be okay,” he whispers as he sets a pillow to my left. “Daddy is only going to be a couple of minutes, and then I’ll be right back.”
But I don’t want him to be away from me at all. I want him close to me. But he lets go of my hand and stands to his full height. Before I know it, he is out of my sight, and I suck in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
With each passing second, though, my pulse gets faster and faster.
“Da-Daddy,” I whimper.
“I’m almost done.” His soothing voice fills the room. “Just listen to my voice and try to breathe. Everything is going to be okay. I’m in the same room. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”
My heart doesn’t know that, and nor does my body. It is like they have a mind of their own, and it’s only related to Daddy and nothing else.
“I’m here,” a deep voice calls out.
Shrieking, my eyes go wide as I look around my limited vision. Where did the person come from? Who is he?
“That is Yamal,” Daddy explains as he comes into my line of sight. “He is a doctor and is going to check over you.”
Daddy picks me up, and I immediately snuggle into his chest, taking a deep breath and wrapping my arms around his neck. I don’t want him to me let go again.
“Let me set up the table and then we can do the check up,” Yamal says, but I don’t dare look to watch him.
What if it’s a trick and Daddy wants me to look so he can place me down again? No. I’m not going to fall for it.
“Did you just come from Julan’s?” Daddy asks.
Who is Julan? Is that the other man who bought Luna?
“A while ago, yes. Julan and his girl are doing well. There is going to be a learning curve, especially with his girl and her feistiness. How has she been doing?” Yamal turns back to Daddy.
I move my head back slightly and open my eyes to see Yamal. He is unfolding a table in the middle of the room. It’s stainless steel, and I shiver in Daddy’s arms. It looks so cold.
“Will she get used to the temperature on Venkoria?” Daddy asks, not answering his question. “She has been chilly since we got here. Even more when we are outside.”
“Humans seem to run at a lower temperature than we do. Make sure to keep her clothed or close to you at all times if you keep your house at this temperature. If you don’t want her to wear clothes, turn up the heat,” Yamal explains.
“I don’t know anything about them, but we don’t want her to get sick. ”
I don’t want to get sick again. I’ve only gotten sick two times on the space station, but each time it was pretty bad. I never want to experience it again.
“Place her on the table and I will start her check-up.” Yamal pats the hard table.
I hold onto Daddy even tighter, not wanting him to put me anywhere. Does he not understand that?
“Has she been experiencing any heaviness of the body? Hard time keeping her head or limbs up?” Yamal asks as Daddy attempts to put me on the table.
But I don’t let him. My arms and legs are tightly wrapped around him. Doesn’t he want me close to him?
“Has she been this clingy to you?” Yamal looks at me with his head tilted.
“Yes, she has been. Every single time I’ve tried putting her anywhere, she always whimpers and wants me close to her. I’m not complaining, I want her close to me right now,” Daddy explains. “Is that normal?”
Yamal shrugs. “It could be because of what we injected her with, but it could also be because she is in a new environment and doesn’t know anyone but you. There are a lot of factors it could be. You could also be the only thing warming her since she is only wearing a diaper.”
I shudder at the thought of the diaper on me. I had completely forgotten it was around me. Thankfully, I haven’t actually used it and won’t have to.
“Has she gone to the bathroom? Is that why you have put her in one?” Yamal asks as he touches my bottom.
I jerk and push myself closer to Daddy. What is Yamal doing? Why is he touching my bottom?
“When I got her, she was sitting in a puddle of her own pee.” Daddy runs his hand up and down my back, trying to calm me down. “I changed her, but I couldn’t put her other clothes on since they were soaked. So I put them in the bin for incineration.”
I pull away from Daddy and stare at him with my mouth hanging open. He burned my clothes? Those were the only things I had with me. What does he expect me to wear while I’m here?
“I also don’t want her in anything, so it helped,” Daddy smiles at me.
Actually smiles.
Annoyance runs through. He doesn’t want me to wear anything. Has he lost his mind?
“Julan has his girl roaming around naked in his house,” Yamal offers the piece of information.
“Without a diaper?” Daddy asks.
“I don’t know about that, but he didn’t have any clothes on her when I was there.” Yamal chuckles. “She was not happy about that, but he paid for her, and he can do whatever he wants.”
Even though Daddy paid for me, it doesn’t mean he can do whatever he likes. I won’t be like that. He won’t be able to get away with doing that. I am a human being who can take care of myself. I don’t need someone else to do it.
“Have you fed her a bottle yet?”
Fed me a bottle? What is he talking about?
“Not yet. We just got back and had a little incident,” Daddy holds me closer as I remember everything that happened.
A shudder runs through me, and I push my face into his neck, not wanting to look at anything. One little glance behind him and I’ll see the window where I puked. How am I going to survive here with the big windows?
“Anything worrying?” Yamal asks. “Anything we need to worry about?”
Absolutely something I need to worry about. Just the one glance outside and I knew we were surrounded by skyscrapers.
I’m not going to survive on this planet.
“She is extremely afraid of heights,” Daddy says.
“Did you get her to try to look out the window and show her that it’s not scary? That the window won’t break,” Yamal suggests.
I grip onto Daddy. “No. Please. No,” I beg.
I can’t go through that again. My whole body starts to shake as I think about Daddy walking to the window and telling me to look out.
“Shhh, we aren’t going back to the window.” Daddy bounces me up and down, attempting to calm me down.
My heart rate spikes, and I shake my head. “Please,” I beg again. “No punishment.”
I gasp and clutch onto his neck tighter. I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help myself. I need him to know I can’t do that as a punishment.
“Do you have something that can calm her down?” Daddy asks. “Her heart rate is way too fast for my liking.”
“No,” I yell. “Please, no.”
“This is fast-acting,” Yamal says, and before I know it, I’m crying out as I feel a prick in my arm. My whole body goes limp in Daddy’s arms after a couple of seconds.