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“Have you already had people search the other rooms?” Yamal asks.

“Yes, I have. When I figured out she was being held in the hidden room, I told one of the guards to search the others and make sure all the humans in the main room were being taken care of. He should be contacting you to look over some of them,” Daddy explains.

“Perfect, and the kidnapper has been taken into custody?”

“He has. When I figured out he was keeping my girl there, I had several guards come with me to arrest him. I knew if I went by myself that he would surely end up dead before anybody could question him. In the long run, we need him to be questioned to figure out what went on and how many he’s done this to. And what he was trying to do,” Daddy rushes out.

My mind is turning to mush the longer they talk. All I want to do is sleep and eat.

“I’ll look over the scan and her vitals when I get back to my office. Tell me if you need anything in the next couple of days. Feed her regularly in small portions. She wasn’t eating much while she was in the room,” Yamal says as he gets up from the bed. “She should be better in a couple of days; keep her close. If she doesn’t want to be parted from you, don’t force her to. She probably has some anxiety about being by herself for so long and being treated poorly.”

“Do you have anything for her bruises?” Daddy asks. “Anything that will alleviate some of the pain and make them heal faster?”

“I’ll send some cream for you to put on twice a day, along with some medicine for the anxiety and immune support,” Yamal replies. “They should be delivered to your house by the end of the day.”

“Thank you.”

“It was nice meeting you, Ella,” Yamal says as he waves at me. “Be a good girl for your Daddy, and don’t give him too much trouble.”

He leaves before I can say anything. Daddy’s hand keeps moving around my body as he looks off into the distance. Should I call him Daddy out loud, or is there something else I need to call him?

“S-sir?”

“Daddy,” he says. “My name to you is Daddy.”

“You aren’t my Daddy, though,” I mumble, finding a little more strength inside me.

“I may not be your parent, because trust me, I don’t want to be, but I want to be your Daddy. Someone who can give you pleasure any time I want, someone to take care of you and discipline you when you’ve been naughty. Someone you can rely on and trust,” he explains. “Think of me as a significant other. We are going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

I stay silent, trying to wrap my brain around everything that he just said. I’ve never met my parents.

“Since Yamal put the diaper on you, let’s go get you fed and relax together,” Daddy suggests after several seconds.

My eyebrows bunch together, and I attempt to squeeze my weak legs shut. There’s something between them. Something extremely soft and bulky.

“Wh-when?” I ask.

“He put it on you before he got up. You were so focused on me that you didn’t even notice him moving you around to get it fitting perfectly.” Daddy chuckles at the end. “But that’s okay. Now, let’s go get you fed so you can get some good rest with me near you.”

Daddy picks me up, holding me closely as he walks through the apartment, gets the bottle ready, and sits on the couch, my head in the nook of his arm.

“Try and suckle on it. If you get too tired, I’ll squeeze the bottle,” Daddy gently says.

When he places the bottle in my mouth, I wrap my tongue around it, slowly suckling on the bottle as my eyes close.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Daddy coos at me. “I want you to finish this bottle. You need all the nutrients you can get.”

I open my eyes and look up at him as he jiggles the bottle in my mouth.

“Such a good Little Pet,” he says. “Stay awake for Daddy. After you’re done, you can fall asleep.”

I just want to sleep right now. His warmth surrounding me, suckling on something, and being tightly held is everything I want right now.

“I know you want to go to sleep. I bet you’re so comfortable, but you need to stay awake and finish the bottle,” he whispers. “I’ll hold you the whole time so you don’t need to worry about a thing.”

He knows just what to say to ease the worries that were starting to form in my mind.

“Such a good Little Pet for finishing off the bottle. Do you want a pacifier?” he asks.