“What did it look like?” Daddy asks.
“It was cracked open,” I tell him. “Just enough that I noticed when I was crawling past.”
Daddy hums and pulls me closer to him again, running his hands up and down my back.
“I will have them look into that as well,” Daddy says. “I don’t like this one bit.”
Him and me both.
“What will happen if he gets caught?” I ask.
Back on the space station, nothing bad ever happened. The worst thing was a girl pulling another girl’s hair because she took something of hers.
“He will get thrown into jail if he is found guilty,” Daddy explains. “He will spend the rest of his life there, not able to do anything.”
“I don’t know if I want that to happen,” I mumble. “But at the same time, I don’t want to have to live here with him roaming around free. Especially if he does this to other girls.”
The thought of him roaming around freely sends shivers down my body. Who knows what he is going to do next?
“Once the guards look over the security footage, they will send a patrol to watch him until they can if he has done this to any other human,” Daddy explains. “Don’t worry, he won’t be able to hide forever. They will find him and put him behind bars.”
My body relaxes against Daddy, and I take a deep breath.
“Everything is going to be okay,” Daddy whispers. “I’m going to make sure you are safe. You won’t be left alone again. And if they don’t find anything, we can move and not tell anyone, so he doesn’t know where you are. I will do anything for you, Little pet.”
“Anything?” I crack a smile.
He boops my nose. “Don’t get any ideas. I will do anything to keep you safe.”
Warmth spreads across my body, and I close my eyes. So much has changed in the past couple of weeks.
“Why did you call me Daddy all of a sudden?” he asks.
I grip onto his shirt and don’t say anything. Am I ready to admit to him that I want to be with him for the rest of my life?
“Leah?” he gently asks.
“I don’t like it when you call me that,” I whisper.
“Then what do you like being called?” he asks.
I shrug. “Not Little pet, either. I’m not a pet but a human being.”
That still gets on my nerves. Does he know how insulting it is to get called a pet when I’m not one? Is that all he sees me as?
Thankfully, I haven’t told him that I want to spend the rest of my days with him. Are my feelings invalid?
“You are my Little pet, though.” He kisses the top of my head.
“I’m not a pet!” I smack his chest as I pull away. “I am a human being. I am a female who has feelings!”
Daddy looks at me for several seconds. “Where has this come from?”
“I’ve always felt this way,” I tell him.
And it’s the truth. I’ve always been hurt when he calls me Little pet and treats me like one.
“Little pet.” He cups my face.
