Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I can feel his gaze on me. The other person is talking far more than him. Finally, he nods. “This afternoon?... I think so… Sounds like a plan… Yes. Thank you. See you then.”
I sit straighter, pretending to be preoccupied with my doll and my tea set, but my curiosity is piqued.
He stands and comes to the side of the playpen. He cups my cheek when I tip my head back. “That was Ekert,” he informs me.
Ekert… The jeweler. Shit.
“He says he has some time this afternoon if we want to go over and see some stones.”
If we want to? I know Papi already agreed we would. I heard him. I didn’t know what he was agreeing to, but he definitely did agree.
I purse my lips and look down at my tits. What Bialar doesn’t know is that I’ve been having this secret fantasy about getting my nipples pierced ever since he told me about the practice.
A deeply naughty side of me wants to do it just because it would infuriate my father and my fiancé. They’ll never know about it of course. They’ll never know a single thing about my life. But I will.
The nipple piercings are important to Papi because they symbolize our union. I can understand that, but for me it will always be more. Instead of being this horrible thing I’m going to endure for Papi to please him, I will forever glance down and think of them as a proverbial fuck you to the men I left behind.
It’s comical in a way. The piercings are not exactly optional, though I bet if I balked, Papi would let me put it off for a while. But to me, they symbolize an odd freedom. My body, my choice. Nonsense. I know. I’m making exactly no choices with regard to my body at all. I never will again. I don’t even pick when I eat or what. I don’t pick clothes. I don’t pick when I sleep. I have so very little freedom.
And yet, at the same time, I’ve never been freer. I’m free from my father’s arranged wedding. I’m free from the loveless marriage I would have endured and the years of self-loathing that would have followed.
I did make a choice. I chose to go to Club Zoom. I chose to sneak out of my father’s house at the absurd fully-adult age of twenty-five. Not once or twice. I snuck out several times over the course of several weeks.
I prayed one of the hunky, giant men I’d heard about would choose me, claim me, take me with them. A part of me actually believed the entire arrangement could have been a scam, a way to lure women into sex slavery or worse.
I might be a slave to sex now that I’ve had Papi inside me, but that’s a different story entirely.
Yes. I made a choice. Consciously. I made it over and over. I begged a God I’m not sure exists to get me off the planet to a place where Brad could not get his hands on me, where I wouldn’t have a nasty loveless marriage, where my father could no longer scowl at me because I’m a stupid woman without common sense.
If there is a God, he’s saved my ass. He’s answered my weird prayer. Even though I was drunk and covered in vomit, smelled disgusting, and couldn’t stand up without getting nauseous, the man currently staring down at me with a worried brow claimed me. He rescued me from a fate I prayed was worse than any alternative.
I’m certainly less free than I was on Earth. I’d never be able to sneak out of Papi’s house and go on a bender. Ha. I make almost no choices of my own. I have no freedom.
And yet, I’m the freest I’ve ever been. I breathe easier knowing Papi always has one eye on me. I haven’t told him how I feel about him even though he has told me he loves me. Hell, I haven’t even spoken to him before today. I’m stubborn.
There won’t be fine things. I’ll be in the same boat as every other Little girl I meet. None of our histories matter. Rich, poor, athletic, chubby, white, black, we’re all the same now. None of our pasts matter.
I’m going to need friends. I can’t just sit in Papi’s house with no other interaction day after day. I’ll go slowly mad.
I’m here on Eleadia. It’s a gorgeous planet with the most vibrant colors I’ve ever seen. I don’t even know what many of them are or what they might be called.
The air is pure and feels so good going into my lungs. The formula Papi feeds me is delicious. I don’t know the flavors. I can’t describe it, but I like it.
Yep. I want the piercings. I want them to remind me I’m in a better place with someone who adores me. “Okay, Papi.”