But before I can ask about anything, Daddy puts the blanket on top of me, unhooks the leash, and closes the door behind him. He walks around the room, grabbing several things before he leaves my sight, and I hear the front door shut.
Crap.
What am I going to do in here while he’s gone? He said he isn’t going to be long, but his definition of long could be a lot different from mine. I don’t want to be in here for more than thirty minutes. Even that is pushing it.
I lie down and close my eyes, taking several deep breaths so I don’t panic. Daddy isn’t going to take long, and before I know it, he’s going to be back and getting me out.
***
I yawn and open my eyes, stretching and letting my bones pop in weird places. But as I stretch, my bladder protests with the movement. Crap. I look out the front of the cage and scan the room, trying to see if Daddy is back. How much time has passed since he left?
“Daddy?” I call out.
Silence.
Worry fills me. When I look over at the closed curtains, the sun isn’t as bright as it was. Daddy was very gracious and kept those curtains closed the whole time since the first incident. I shudder at the memory of the terror going through my body.
“Daddy?” I yell, hoping to gain his attention if he is in the room.
But it remains silent in the apartment. Tears pool in my eyes as I look around the kennel, trying to find a way out of here so I can find the bathroom and relieve myself. But the closer I look, the more I realize there is no way out.
There has to be.
I move my hand to the front and try to reach the lock on the cage door, but it beeps at me as I touch it. It’s like when I first woke up in the cage room all over again, and I don’t want this.
“Daddy!” I scream.
Maybe if he has a neighbor, they will hear and call Daddy for me. But with each passing second, the hope inside of me dwindles.
Daddy isn’t coming.
I push the blanket off me and scooch myself to the back of the cage, away from the blanket and soft padding. There is no way the blanket and padding won’t get soaked from me peeing here. It’s flat and the cage at the bottom doesn’t have holes for it to go anywhere.
I grab my legs, holding them close to my chest as I rock back and forth, trying to calm my mind and bladder. Tears are streaming down my fac, with the pressure increasing each minute.
I need to pee now.
“Daddy!” I cry out, full-on sobbing as it gets to be too much.
I can’t hold it anymore, and just like when I first arrived on their planet, I pee myself. I lean my head back, crying and sighing as the pressure decreases. I’m sitting in my own piss, and I can’t do anything about it. Daddy isn’t back, and there is no way for me to get out of here.
I would have much rather worn a diaper and peed in it while Daddy was gone than sit here in a puddle, getting all wet and dirty. Whimpering, I continue to hold my legs to my chest and take deep breaths in, trying to calm myself down. But I can’t, and my breathing picks up with each minute that passes.
“Daddy,” I whimper.
I want him back in the apartment to get me out of here. I don’t want to be in here any longer than I have to be. I don’t know how much time goes by, but tears are still streaming down my face as I sit in a puddle of my own piss, waiting for Daddy to come home.
“Little companion, Daddy is home,” he calls out, but I don’t make a sound or attempt to move.
Is he going to be mad at me for going to the bathroom in my own kennel? He has to know it’s his fault since he didn’t put a diaper or anything else on me.
“Little companion?” Daddy calls out once again, his voice getting closer and closer. “Are you asleep?”
No.
I don’t move my head, but I can see his shadows as he bends down and looks in the kennel.
“Little companion?” His voice is super gentle as he opens the cage. “Oh, baby. Come here. Let’s get you out of this mess and all cleaned up.”
