I’d give up every worldly possession I own to listen to her argue and complain and whine all day every day for the rest of my life if it means she fully wakes up from this weird haze.
The two doctors check all her vitals. They even use the wand up inside her bottom, but Bailey barely seems to notice. After a few minutes, she’s asleep again. Even though she’s cold and has my serum running through her system, she can’t stay awake.
Thabo returns the temperature to a normal level, and I gather my Little girl in my arms and hold her against me.
Chadka leans a hip against the table. “I think she’s just groggy from stasis. It’s holding on to her longer than most. Let’s not panic. She’s meeting milestones as far as speech and coordination. Bring her back in two days, and we’ll reassess.”
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 isdone, 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.”
