“I should have the pill ready soon. I’ve been working on it for the past several days,” Yamal says before he shuts the door behind him.
I poke Daddy’s chest. “What do you mean by I won’t have to remember, and you’ll be helping me take them?”
“I will be keeping track of when you eat and take medicine. You won’t have to remember any of that from now on,” Daddy replies. “That is Daddy’s job. And as for the medicine, well, it’s a suppository, so you won’t have to swallow it.”
“Then where?” I whisper.
“It will go in your bottom,” he says.
My eyes go wide, my mouth falling open as I stare at Daddy.
“No,” I finally manage to get out. “There is no way that you are going to stick anything up my bottom.”
I clench my hole as I stare at Daddy. I’ve never had medicine go up there, and I’m not about to start. I am an adult, and nothing should be going up there again.
“You don’t have any say over it.” He gives me a pointed look. “It’s for your health, and I take your health very seriously.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want it. Tell him to give me medicine that I can swallow,” I demand.
Daddy chuckles. “That’s not how it works. It is better for it to go in your bottom. I am in charge.”
“Then I will push it out!” I raise my voice.
“Lucky for me, you won’t be able to do that. I will keep my finger in your bottom or plug you with something. We have already thought of this,” Daddy says. “My finger will stay there until the medicine is dissolved.”
I open and close my mouth several times, trying to think of something to say, but coming up short. Who does he think he is?
“End of discussion. Yamal will have them delivered. Once they are, we will start,” Daddy firmly says, leaving no room for argument.
“Then I’ll run away or hide from you!” I throw my hands in the air.
“You can try to do that, but I will always find you,” Daddy replies and taps my collar. “This has a tracking device in it, so if you try to run away, I will find you.”
“What?” I screech and hold onto my collar. “That is violating some type of human rights!”
Daddy shakes his head. “It’s not. Every Little pet who comes to Venkoria will have a collar like this. It is for translation purposes; there are hoops on it so we can put a leash on you, and a tracking device is on it. I can also turn off the translation part if I need to.”
“Why so many things?” I ask. “I think you should just have an earpiece for us so we can understand you. There is no need for a collar.”
Daddy leans in closer to me, his face mere inches away from mine.
“There is a need for a collar. It lets other people know that you belong to me. It is a constant reminder for you that you belong to me and no one else,” Daddy says. “I want you to alwaysknow that you are mine and will be mine for the rest of your life. This collar will help you remember that. Understand?”
“Why would you need to turn off the translation?” I ask, completely ignoring what he just said.
He gives me a knowing look. “You won’t be able to run away from me forever.”
I look at him in shock. “I’m not running away from you.”
But it’s exactly what I’m doing. If I don’t agree to anything he says, then I won’t get into trouble
“You are, and we both know it. I will only allow it for a little longer, but if you don’t start adjusting, I will have to take drastic measures,” Daddy tells me.
“Drastic measures?” I look up at him.
“Yes, but don’t worry about that right now. Let’s get you a bottle, and then we can go to bed.” Daddy kisses the side of my head.
