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I blink several times.

“Do you understand?”

“Wh-what?” I whisper.

“Do you understand what I just said to you? I will spank you or put you in time-out,” he says once more.

“I heard you the first time,” I whisper, looking down at my lap. “I just didn’t think you were being serious.”

Who is he and where did he come from? Are all the men like him on Venkoria?

“So, do you understand?” he asks once again.

“I do but?—”

“Not buts.”

I clench my teeth together and glare at him. “But that doesn’t mean it is okay!”

He chuckles. “Like you have a choice. You are mine, and if you are naughty, I will punish you.”

“But I wasn’t naughty!” I shout.

Never in my life have I raised my voice so many times, but he does something to me. It’s like he has lit something inside of me I never knew existed.

“I didn’t say I was going to spank you,” he gently says. “But if you continue to raise your voice at me, I will give you a couple of spankings.”

“No! You don’t have to do that!” I quickly reply.

He hums before pulling me into his chest and holding me tightly against him.

“Yamal is going to give you an injection now, so we don’t have to worry about you getting sick.” He runs his hands through my hair.

“Wait!” I scream. “I can’t! Please, don’t make me get another shot. Please!”

Tears pool in my eyes.

“I don’t want a shot. I can’t have another one. Please! I beg you. I don’t think I can handle it.” My breathing picks up. I grip onto Daddy’s shirt, pulling my face closer to his chest. “Please, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do whatever you want me to as long as I don’t have to get the shot.”

“Whoa.” Daddy pulls me away from him. “You’re okay.”

I shake my head. “Please don’t make me get it. Please.”

Tears run down my face as I look at him. Nausea rolls inside of me, and I gag.

“Leah, you’re okay,” Daddy reminds me.

I place a hand over my mouth as I heave once again.

“No needles.” Daddy runs his hands down my back. “You don’t have to get the injection. You’re okay.”

Daddy whispers calming words into my ears.

“Chale,” Yamal says. “She needs this.”

“She is terrified of needles. Let us think this through and figure something else out,” Daddy replies.