Wait.
The door.
Shit.
There is no way for me to open it. Not with how high the handle is. There is no way I will be able to reach it. How am I going to get out of here?
“There you are.” Daddy’s soft voice sounds so close. “I’m just going to sit in front of you until Yamal gets here. Then we are going to talk about everything.”
“No,” I whisper.
“It’s not up for discussion. We are going to talk about it. But first, Yamal is going to give you some medicine to help you calm down,” Daddy explains.
I pull the blanket from over my head to look at Daddy, my eyes wide. “No medicine.”
My skin starts to feel itchy, and I start scratching. What if the medicine they give me is something that is going to brainwash me and make me more compliant and do whatever he wants me to do with him? What if it’s something that will keep me awake, and I will be able to see everything happen to me?
Tears pool in my eyes and run down my face as I stare at him.
“You’re okay,” Daddy whispers, his face full of concern. “Yamal is going to help us, and then we are going to talk. Nothing else. Can you take a deep breath for Daddy?”
I shake my head and hold the blanket around me tighter.
Daddy lifts his hand and reaches forward, but I flinch, hitting my head on the wall behind me.
“Careful,” Daddy gently says. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I came as fast as I could!” Yamal rushes into the room. “I brought the medicine.”
My head snaps toward Yamal as he makes his way over to us. At that moment, Daddy decides to lunge forward, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. I scream and fight in his arms, trying to get out of his embrace.
“Let me go!” I yell.
“Calm down, Little pet,” Daddy whispers in my ear.
I don’t pay attention. I struggle in his arms, desperately trying to get out of his arms, but his grip around me tightens.
“Hurry and give her the medicine so she can calm down,” Daddy says.
I shake my head and plead with Yamal.
“Please,” I beg. “Don’t.”
Yamal sets his bag in front of me, and I start kicking my feet, trying to position my body so that he can’t do anything to me. I won’t take the medicine in my mouth, and there is no way they will be able to put it up my bottom.
I scream when I see Yamal take a needle out of his bag. Tears stream down my face as I fight even harder to get out of Daddy’s arms.
“No, you can’t. Please,” I beg, almost hysterical at this point. “No. No needles. You promised no needles!”
Daddy wraps his legs around mine, successfully keeping my arms and legs still so Yamal can get closer to me.
“No!” I scream. “Please!”
But before I know it, Yamal sticks me with the needle, and everything goes black.
