He hums and looks at the cage. “I have not, but that can be fixed. I will get something else for you to be punished with. Maybe we can have a designated corner for time-out.”
“I’m not a bad girl,” I growl.
Chale smiles as he cocks his head to the side. “So cute.”
“I’m not cute,” I grumble.
Chale runs his hand through my hair. “But you are. You are so cute when you think you aren’t going to be naughty.”
I turn my body and look away from him.
“You are going to sit here while I go grab a couple of things from my room. Do not stand on your feet. I don’t want you falling. You aren’t used to standing on our planet.” He gently sets me on the ground.
My body still feels heavy. Shivers start making their way through my body as Chale takes a step away from me. Why am I so cold all of a sudden?
“I’ll be right back.” He smiles down at me. “Be a good girl and stay there.”
He walks off, leaving me alone in the big living room. I attempt to crawl toward the window, but everything feels heavy. Sighing, I lie on the ground and curl up into a ball, trying to keep myself warm. Why is it so cold here? I’ve never been this chilly in my life.
“Ch-chale,” I whisper as I look in the direction he walked in.
“What did you just call me?” he shouts from another room.
My whole body shakes. I’m freezing cold.
“Chale,” I mumble, closing my eyes.
“I’m not Chale to you.” His voice sounds closer this time, but I keep my eyes closed. “What’s wrong?”
I continue to shiver as I crack my eyes open. Chale rushes toward me, falling to his knees and looking over my body.
“Why are you shaking so much? Are you sick?” he asks.
“C-cold.” My teeth chatter as I say the word.
He picks me up and holds my body close to his, running his hand up and down my back.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers.
But I continue to shake into his body, even though the warmth from his body is seeping into mine.
“You’re going to be okay,” he gently says as he walks somewhere. “Daddy is going to wrap a blanket around you and keep you close to me.”
I hold onto his shirt as my body relaxes somewhat, but I can still feel the chill. It’s deep down inside of me, something I can’t shake.
“Daddy is going to take care of you.” He rocks me gently in his arms.
Why does he keep referring himself as Daddy? Is that actually his name and not Chale? But everyone else was calling him Chale.
“Chale, I’m here,” someone announces from within the apartment.
“In my room!” Chale responds.
Who is it?
“Yamal,” Chale says and turns.
Another large male stands in the doorway, and it clicks when I see the bag in his hand. He’s the doctor who is going to check over me.
