When he clasps the leash to my neck, I flinch. Even in my limp state, my body reacts to the pop. My reflexes activate again when he pops the leash onto his wrist.
Daddy smiles smugly and kisses my forehead.
I’m grateful he didn’t put the other leash between my legs before we left Yamal’s. I didn’t need the added stimulation this afternoon. I had enough physical issues to deal with without adding a chain between my folds.
Daddy bundles me against him, holding me securely against his chest, even including a blanket, which he wraps around my body.
I’m snug and comforted as we leave the office. I like being covered like this. I’m not a fan of everyone staring at me any more than he is. I prefer the security of having my face buried against his chest, where I can inhale his scent with every breath.
Even though I’m currently being disciplined for my behavior this morning, my heart beats wildly for this alien man who adores me.
He speaks to a few people on our way out of the office, and I breathe easier when we step into the hallway. I wish he could work from home every day and we didn’t have to go to his office, where other people look at me and speculate about my abilities.
I’m in my head as Daddy steps into the elevator, and I pay no attention when it stops, thinking we’ve arrived on our floor. But that’s not the case. Daddy doesn’t move.
When I tip my head back, I see someone else joining us. We must have stopped on another floor. I’m lucky I have even this much control over my head.
Daddy is frowning, and he grips me tighter, slowly wrapping the leash around his wrist under the blanket. I can hear the chains and feel his hand twisting. I know that’s what he’s doing.
Are we in danger?
Suddenly, the elevator lurches to a stop, and the man spins around to face us.
I hate that I don’t have full mobility, but I’m grateful I can at least tip my head to see the danger approaching.
The man holds up a strange device I don’t recognize. His voice is deep as he bellows, “Give the pet to me.”
I stiffen. My breath hitches.
Daddy squeezes me tighter. “You don’t want to do this, man. I advise you to get off the elevator on the next floor and never come near us again. If you pursue this route, things will not end well for you.”
The man lunges forward, swinging the black thing in his hand. It makes a zapping sound like it’s electrical.
Somehow, I manage to scream and clutch at Daddy’s shirt with my fists. The burst of adrenaline must be enough to help me regain some control over my movements. There’s no way I could stand if I needed to, but at least I can grip onto Daddy.
“Give me the pet,” he screams. “Now,fucker. Give it to me or you’re dead.”
Holding me with one hand, Daddy lifts his other in a counter swing at the guy’s forearm, keeping the black metal device from touching him. Without missing a beat, Daddy also raises his leg pretty high and kicks something on the panel.
A blaring alarm goes off. It’s so loud that it hurts my ears, but I’m hopeful it will summon someone to help us. The elevator still isn’t moving. Somehow, this man must have rigged it to stop in between floors. I’ve been in elevators that malfunctioned and left me stranded on the space station.
The dangerous man swings again. This time, Daddy jumps to one side. He’s still holding me with one arm and using the other to deflect, but it’s not enough because the man’s hand is already in motion, and the black device hits my leg.
Even through my jammies, my entire body jolts as if I’ve been electrocuted. I go completely rigid, arching in Daddy’s arms at the intense pain that races through my body, rattling my teeth and making my eyes roll back in my head.
Daddy shouts so loud that his voice seems to make the entire elevator vibrate, but that’s probably just lingering effects from the evil weapon.
Everything is a blur of movement as I try to draw oxygen into my lungs. I’m aware of Daddy’s free arm swinging in front of me and then the evil man screaming in pain. Good. I hope he dies. I hope Daddy chopped him in the head or something.
He must have because the guy goes down, collapsing to the floor just as the elevator doors open. I don’t know how or when we started moving again.
“Grab him,” Daddy orders as he tucks his free hand around me, squeezing me almost too tight. He steps over the crumpled body of our assailant to get out of the enclosed space.
His hand slides up to the back of my head, preventing me from witnessing anything behind me. Or perhaps he’s keeping everyone from seeing my face. Either way, he’s protecting me.
More voices join the group until it seems like there must be ten people surrounding the elevator.
I’m still shaking from the effects of the electrical shock. I don’t think I’m injured, but I don’t have enough mobility to be certain.