“Lie down,” he commands.
I do as I’m told, keeping my legs under my body, and wait for Daddy to tell me that I’m a good girl.
“Such a good job,” he praises again and puts a piece of kibble on the ground in front of me.
I look up at Daddy and tilt my head to the side.
“Eat it,” Daddy encourages me. “The floor is clean. I washed it before you woke up.”
I look down at the kibble and take a deep breath. He really wants me to be a dog.
“Come on, eat your reward,” Daddy encourages me.
I take a deep breath and look at the kibble in front of me. Sighing, I lean forward and lick it up, chewing it slowly before resting my head on the ground. So humiliating.
“Such a good Little one,” Daddy praises me and runs his hands through my hair.
A small smile tugs on my face at his words, and I let him continue to run his hands over me. Maybe it isn’t so bad that I have to do this. Maybe this is exactly what I needed in my life, and I just didn’t know it. I would have never known it if it weren’t for Daddy.
“Let’s do it a couple more times,” Daddy says. “Stand on all fours.”
I manage to get my body up, and I wait for Daddy to tell me to lie down again. I don’t know how many times we do different commands, but by the end of it, I’m absolutely exhausted.
“You were such a good girl for Daddy today.” He picks me up and holds me close to his body.
I don’t fight him as my body relaxes, welcoming any and all care right now.
“Let’s go change your diaper, and then Daddy will feed you and put you to bed,” he informs me.
“Don’t wanna sleep,” I mumble.
Daddy chuckles. “You are so tired that you are going to fall asleep soon. There is no need to fight it.”
I grip onto his shirt. “Don’t wanna sleep.”
I don’t want to be away from Daddy. Once I fall asleep, I know that he is going to put me in the kennel, and I don’t want that. Why does he always have to put me in the kennel when I am asleep? Why can’t he just hold me for the whole night in his bed?
“Little one?” Daddy gently calls out.
“I don’t want to go to bed,” I whine as I open my eyes and look at him.
“Why? You are clearly exhausted and need your sleep. Don’t fight it,” he whispers.
Tears pool in my eyes as I look at Daddy, feeling really sad that he’s going to put me in the kennel soon, and I won’t be near him.
“Wow, Little one, what’s wrong?” Daddy asks, wide-eyed. “Don’t cry. You’re okay.”
“I don’t want to be in the kennel,” I whisper, letting the tears run down my face when I blink. “I don’t want to be away from you. I want to be next to you. I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want to leave Venkoria and be taken away from you.”
Daddy blinks at me several times, and my heart sinks. Was he planning on letting me go back to the space station after all?
“I thought that’s what I wanted in the beginning, for you to give me back to the space station, but I don’t want that anymore. I want you, and I don’t want to leave. I really don’t want to leave. I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please, don’t make me go back to the space station. I don’t know how I’m going to survive withoutyou,” I wail, letting all my emotions out. “I promise that I’ll be a good girl and will follow everything you say, so you don’t get rid of me. I’ll be the bestest person ever, even let you call me Little pet. I just… Please don’t leave me. Please don’t send me back to the space station. I don’t know if I’ll survive.”
Daddy cups my face and gently rubs his thumbs over my cheeks.
“Take a deep breath in slowly,” Daddy calmly says.
“Daddy,” I whisper, even more tears welling in my eyes.
