I clench my teeth and continue to move.
Evil.
Daddy is so evil for making me crawl when he knows I’m under the effects of the sedative still.
“In you go,” Daddy says as he opens the door.
I take a second to look at it. It’s a dog kennel. I’ve seen pictures of them on the space station.
“I’m not a pet.” I look up at him.
“You are my Little pet,” he says, leaving no room for argument. “In you go.”
Sighing, I crawl into the kennel and look at Daddy. He unhooks the leash from my collar.
“Lie down on the blanket and rest your head on the pillow. I’m going to place a blanket on top of you so you don’t get cold,” Daddy tells me.
“What about if I have to go to the bathroom?” I ask, not laying down just yet.
His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at me. “Then go to the bathroom. You have a diaper on. If you manage to get it off, which you won’t be able to, there are pee pads under you that will collect everything. Don’t worry about the blankets. They can be washed.”
I look down at my lower half and realize that he really did put a diaper on me.
“When?” I ask as I look at him.
He chuckles. “You must have been really out of it. I put it on after Yamal took the probe out of your bottom.”
I open and close my mouth several times. How did I miss him putting it on me? How did I miss it rubbing against my skin as I crawled to the cage?
“You are so exhausted that you didn’t notice. It’s okay,” he gently says. “Now, lie down so I can put the blanket around you.”
I do as he says, resting my head on the soft pillow, and take a deep breath. This is a lot more comfortable than my pillow onthe space station. Daddy places the blanket on top of me, making sure it covers all of my body, before closing the kennel door.
“I’ll be back when you wake up,” he tells me.
I open my mouth to tell him to come back, but my eyes get heavier, and before I can say anything, I fall into sleep.
