Daddy's Love

Chapter 3: 3 - Got her

"Which way, miss?" I ask her.

"Straight and then a right." She is jittery.

I take a right and the road is empty. We are in the countryside so there aren't many people here,

thankfully. I'd have taken me so much to cover my tracks otherwise.

I park my car and lock all the doors. Baby girl looks at me quizzically. I open the dashboard of my car

and take a needle out and start filling it with some medicine that is supposed to knock my baby girl out.

We are all given some by the government when we start looking for our littles.

"Wha.... What are you doing?!" She looks at me wide eyed and then tries to open the door of the car to

escape, on the verge of tears. It breaks my heart. I steel myself, concentrating on the task at hand.

"Help! Helllppp please!" she shouts, banging on the window with her small wrists.

"Hey.... Hey baby girl, it's okay...." I move towards her. She screams and pushes herself against the

window.

I grab her hand and, she struggles and moves around so much I am scared that I will cut her with the

needle.

"Shh.... It's okay.... Everything will be fine.... It'll all be over in a minute." I grab her and put her on my

laps and lock her legs between mine and her hands in mine.

"PL... Please don’t...." she sobs.

"I am so sorry love.... So sorry.... It'll all be over in a second I promise." I tell her as I inject the medicine

in her arms. And then I rub her back and bounce her on my lap and whisper sweet nothings into her

ears until she is asleep.

I go on to check on my baby girl once again. I open the door and see her awake. She is looking

around, buzzed, trying to make sense of where she is. She then looks at me and cowers in fear. She

scrambles to one end of her crib and freezes, hugging herself. She holds her arms and looks at me like

I am about to kill her when I take a step into the room. She could have easily vanished into the wall for

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I have seen littles, act out or cry, throw tantrums or try to run away when they are first brought in here

by their daddies but I have never seen them freeze and immobile before. My heart is beating as loudly

as my baby girl’s. I don't want to make a mistake.

I take one slow step at a time, trying not to scare her.

"Hi, I am Christian." I extend my hand out and say softly.

She squeals and hides her face in her arms like I was about to hit her. I bring my hand down, slightly

embarrassed.

I am standing there, like a dumb ass, wondering what to do. I am scared that she will have a heart

attack if I touch her.

She looks from between her fingers to see if I am still there.

"Um.... I only wanted to say hi." I mutter.

"um....h.... Hi. Ca...can I have some wa....water please?" She says after a while.

"Sure. Wait here, I'll get it." I say and run to get her water.

I come back and see her shuffling back to the corner again, as if she could go any further.