Someone with the authorities must arrive. He begins questioning Daddy, who tells him the man tried to kidnap me and explains the details.
I’m whimpering now that I’m able to, barely holding back tears, mostly because I’m too freaked out to manage to cry.
“Is your pet okay?” someone asks.
“I think so. He managed to taser her before I took him down.”
They continue to discuss my well-being. This goes on for a while, more questions, more of the same answers. Eventually, Yamal arrives in the hallway. I recognize his voice. Someone must have informed him about what happened. It’s convenient that he lives in the building.
I’m not altogether excited about this new development because I’d bet my last piece of stupid kibble that I’m about to undergo another medical exam.Yay…
It seems like forever before Daddy carries me away from the scene, leaving others to deal with our assailant. Daddy hurriestoward our apartment, opens the door, and steps inside with Yamal right behind us.
Yamal is already talking. “Why don’t you set her on your bed? I don’t want to risk her being uncomfortable in case there are any lasting effects from the taser. She could have burns on her body.”
Daddy very gently deposits me on his mattress. His expression is tight with worry as he carefully unwraps the blanket from around me.
Yamal stands to his side, also looking concerned with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.
Breathing heavily, Daddy removes the leash from my neck, leaving it dangling from his wrist. He very carefully unzips my jammies and gently slides the sleeves off my arms.
My teeth are chattering. I’m irrationally cold, perhaps from panic.
Yamal doesn’t touch me, but he sets a hand on Daddy’s arm. “She’s going to be okay, Lasim. I know a taser can be a serious shock to the system, but it wasn’t directly against her skin, and they aren’t meant to kill.”
“She’s so small…” Daddy mutters as he finishes removing my clothes before inspecting every inch of my skin.
“I don’t see any bruising,” Yamal says in a very soothing voice. “Roll her onto her side so I can see her back.”
Daddy presses a palm between my breasts and guides me onto my side.
“Nothing,” the doctor whispers.
As Daddy lowers me onto my back again, Yamal pulls a stethoscope out of his bag and leans over to listen to my heart. He moves it around to several places, listening intently.
I squirm. It’s all I can manage to do so far, as I’m still coming out of the effects of the muscle relaxant. Maybe the adrenalineand the taser have given me a boost of energy and hurried along my recovery.
Yamal puts his stethoscope away. “I think she’s going to be fine, Lasim. I really do.”
Daddy hovers over me, looking at my face. “Does anything hurt, Little pet?”
I lick my lips. “No, Daddy. I’m just cold.”And scared.
Daddy grabs the blanket and wraps it around my body, turning me into a rolled bundle before lifting me into his arms. He follows Yamal to the door.
Yamal opens it and turns to face us. “I know I don’t need to tell you to keep a close eye on her this evening. If you see any changes or she does anything that concerns you, call me.”
“I will. Thanks.” Daddy shuts the door before locking it in three places. Next, he pulls out his phone and makes a call. I don’t know who answers, but he says, “I’m going to need more security.”
FOURTEEN
By the time Daddy finishes feeding me my last bottle for the night, I’m overheated from being snuggled against him, buried in the blanket. I don’t even have clothes on. Just a diaper. But he’s so warm and I’m cocooned.
“Daddy…” I whine.
He jerks his gaze to mine. “What’s the matter? Are you hurting anywhere?”
“No, Daddy. I’m too hot. Can you put me down?”