Papa
Stella lazily opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling.
And it was as if she woke with temporary amnesia.
She could not process where she was or what happened before she fell asleep. Did she even fall asleep? Surely she would've recognized her current location and not have this moment of memory loss.
She did know that she was weak though. Too weak to even turn her neck and look around the room. She felt a breeze on the lower half of her body, and even though she couldn't move her legs either, she could tell she had no pants on. And her underwear was surprisingly itchy.
The only thing she could tell about her surroundings was that the mattress she appears to have woken up on, was pretty uncomfortable.
And that's when she saw it.
The bars surrounding the bed. It was like a cage, but the top was open. More like a crib that one would put a small child in.
A creaking noise was heard, and Stella made the conclusion that the door had opened. She began to freak out, still extremely unsure of her situation.
She looked up and a face appeared over her, with outstretched arms reaching for her armpits.
The man pulled her up towards his chest.
"Good morning, my little lamb. Papa missed you while you were sleeping."
Unable to actually process the words the man was saying, Stella took in the man's appearance instead.
He was fairly tall with light brown hair, and a dimpled smile. He had a big scar running down the side of his face from his earlobe down to his neck.
Not only was he tall, but well, he was huge. Her size compared to his was almost that of an infant's.
That was impossible, Stella thought.
He then placed Stella over his shoulder with her chin resting on him. Her limp body was coerced, mixed with the immense fear in her that she was ready to listen to whatever the man told her.
From this angle, she was finally able to see the room she had been held captive in a bit better.
The rocking chair, the toys, the rug with farm animals, the changing table, the walkie-talkie-looking thing next to the....
She had been right.
More than she had ever wanted to be in her life.
Next to the crib.
Stella still couldn't fully understand the situation with how fast her mind was racing, but she had seen enough to explain the man's next actions.
Two fingers had been shoved into the back of her underwear and pulled back as the man took a peek inside.
She could almost hear the frown in his voice, "You haven't used your nappy yet. You're starting to worry us, darling."
Nappy, Stella thought. She watched enough tv to know that nappy was a word British people used for diaper.
The itchiness on her buttcheeks now made sense. She was actually wearing a diaper.
And the tone of his voice gave the impression that he actually expected her to have used in unknowingly in her sleep.
It was like her head finally snapped into place and she began aggressively hitting the man on his back with her fists. Granted, it probably wasn't hurting him much, but it was enough to make her point. She was not going to give into whatever sick fantasy this was.
She noticed a scar peeking out of his shirt and directed one of her fists there. Hard.
The unidentified man winced greatly.
"Stella, you stop that right now. You're hurting Papa and it's not nice."
She continued anyway as he began walking with her still in his arms. He started putting her down on a table with a soft surface that calmed her down slightly. She couldn't even think about trying to roll off, cause the man already had a safety harness buckled on her across the table.
He then reached for the diaper she was wearing and began to rip off the sides. The knowledge that this man, who she still had no idea who he was, was about to see her privates, had Stella ready to pick another fight.
When all of a sudden something thick and rubbery was shoved into her mouth. Context clues were able to confirm what this object was to Stella, but what was weird was now fast she calmed down after the pacifier was put in.
All the anger she had ready to unleash on "Papa", had quickly faded and she was suddenly at peace with this tiny new substance occupying her attention. She couldn't believe it.
It was like magic.
"Aw I'm so sorry baby, Papa understands why were you in such a grumpy mood now."
Confused, but not fully snapped out of her trance, Stella wondered what he meant by this.
Didn't he say she hadn't used the diaper?
"Don't worry flower, Papa will take care of this for you right away. Yes, he will. You poor thing," He tutted.
He reached down under the table and opened a cabinet and returned with a white bottle.
Stella was content sucking on the pacifier, and didn't even notice the powder being sprinkled onto her privates. She then shivered when he had also applied a chilling cream, and started rubbing it around her butt and well around other areas.
She couldn't believe she wasn't fighting this! It's like her brain was telling her to get up and resist, but every other part of her just wanted to lay there sucking on her pacifier forever.
"What a little angel, thank you for being good for me."
Stella could tell a new diaper was fastened around her waist once more, however this time the itching wasn't as bad. She was picked off table and back in his arms once more.
"I'll have to let Daddy know to pick up more cream for his little girl on his way home. Seems like we'll be needing a lot of that."
Another name.
Though Stella was calm in his arms, it didn't mean she still wasn't massively questioning who were these men and what the fuck did they want with her.
He carried her out of the room, turning off the light on the way out.
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"Yeah she's in her play pen right now, I'll probably put her down for a nap in like 10 minutes."
As stated by the brunette male with the British accent talking into the landline on the wall, Stella sat in her play pen now contemplating what the hell was going on here.
So far it had been a few hours and the man didn't seem aggressive towards her or like he wanted to harm her in any way.
It had actually appeared to be the exact opposite.
He fussed over every little movement she made as was constantly trying to make sure she was comfortable. He had to take out her pacifier during lunch, and it was clear the magic good mood the girl was in, ended there. She knocked the entire bowl of mashed bananas out of his hands leaving it to splatter across the kitchen wall. It was partly his fault really, for insisting on trying to feed her with each big spoonful at a time.
Why was he doing this to her?
By his choice of words, it was clear that this psycho feels as though he cares about her. But the kidnapping and forced infantilism part of this arrangement said otherwise.
"No, she didn't eat a thing. You were right, I think we should stick to breastfeeding for a while and keep solid foods as a reward for later down the line."
Breastfeeding? These people had to be joking. The idea of being breastfed at a full eighteen years old was rough to make Stella shake like a small dog.
That had to be considered child abuse.
"Other than that, she's doing fine. Still no nappy progress yet, though. Speaking of, please don't forget the cream for her rash on your way home. I hate to see her in pain."
Funny, Stella thought, He clearly loves seeing me miserable though.
At least now she figured out what that white cream he rubbed on her butt this morning was. It appears she developed a diaper rash. Which just made these routine diaper changes all the more embarrassing for Stella.
He laughs, "Yes, I'm sure she'll feel better as soon as she gets to see her daddy, but for right now my baby needs her sleep.... Yes, I'll give her a kiss for you. We'll see you tonight Siri. I love you, bye."
Stella had now gathered that it was definitely two crazy men that had abducted her... but how? From where? She was able to pick up that one of their names was Siri, but that didn't make her list of suspects widen anymore.
"Is my little angel ready to go night-night?"
The girl now looked up and surely enough the man was standing over the play pen, already reaching for her.
Stella scooted away from him and crawled up in the back corner of the play area.
"Come on, Stella. You need your sleep, baby."
Stella for the first time since she awoke in this terrifying scene, looked the man in the eyes.
"Who are you?" She had meant to assert her voice but the question came out more like a whimper.
"I'm your Papa, darling."
Before she could continue her protest, she was picked up by the armpits and placed firmly on his hip.
He continued, "And you are a little girl who clearly needs her rest, before she gets a full case of the crankies."
He tickled her after, but the girl stayed strong and didn't let it have any clear effect on her body.
The man simply ignored her sour mood, and continued their treck up the stairs to her nursery.
Stella began tearing up as the two approached the room she woke up in that morning. Her breathing also hitched.
"I know sweetie, I know how tired you are baby. Don't worry, Papa's just gonna get you into pajamas, and you'll go sleepy right away, I promise."
"No... I can't," Murmured the girl softly.
The man continued with changing her into sleepwear but decided to take pity and answer her.
"Can't what, honey?"
The girl sniffled once more, bewildered that she was even saying this to someone right now, "The crib.. It's not comfy. I won't sleep."
The man finished up the changing and for a while it seemed like he debated not answering her. He cradled her in his arms, and swayed her back and forth before replying.
"Aw, baby if you're scared to be alone you could always just tell me that."
Um, I think the fuck not. Stella thinks.
"How about we have nap time today in Papa's room?"
He presses a long kiss to the young girl's forehead. The man then nuzzles his nose into the girls neck.
"Is that it? Does my little baby just want to sleep next to her papa?"
Stella wants nothing for than to give him the finger and demand he leave her alone. She was enraged at how he had twisted her words and made her seem like a helpless, well, baby.
However, Stella was exhausted. She considered the facts. There was a high likelihood that his mattress would be more like what she's used to, and infinitely more comfortable than the crib.
Crib.
Yeah, that was gonna take some getting used to. Stella's future seemed pretty unknown right now, but if by the very unlucky scenario that she had to actually stay in this place a while before escaping, she'd rather take what she could get.
Even if that meant sleeping next to her psychologically damaged captor.
She looked at him, sucked up all her pride, and gave the man a slow, but sure nod of her head. He looked extremely happy to receive this answer and began showering his baby in kisses all across her face, grateful that she finally came to her senses and decided to allow him to give her everything he could.
Stella was right about one thing, the king sized bed in the grey colored bedroom, was infinitely better than her crib a thousand times over. Even if that meant she had to be cradled in the arms of a scarred, brunette man, with sweaters of the coziest material, while she slept.
Even if that meant denying that was the best sleep of her entire life.
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Nap time ended up occupying a lot more time than the man had originally planned. His baby was now thrown off the schedule him and his husband had made for her, and that wouldn't do.
After a bit of back and forth between him and his fussy little girl, he had her propped in her rocker to prevent her from falling back asleep, whilst he started on dinner.
The two had slept through lunch, so the man thought an early start to dinner would be a good idea. Besides, his husband would be coming home from work soon and would probably be starving.
She watched him in the kitchen as he cooked. One of Stella's favorite things to do in the world was cook. She doubt he'd let her help though. Just keep her further and further from any danger that could possibly ever harm her. Judging by the sharp knives and boiling hot pans he was using, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd have any place there anymore.
This fact made tears well up in her eyes. She tried to keep he emotions contained but failed when a small sniffle escaped her.
The man looked up. He heard. Of course he heard.
"Papa hates hearing his baby girl upset, don't worry Daddy will be home any minute now, and dinner's almost done. I know you must be starving, my poor little baby."
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew!
Stella hated him. She swore more than anything she hated this man so much. So many things wrong with his sentence, and to top it all of, she hadn't the fainted of ideas who he was. Which seemed extremely unfair.
The house alarm ran through the home indicating that the door had been opened.
How fun.
A new voice sung out, "Daddy's home!"
The voice then let out a chuckle of laughter, one which Stella swore she's heard somewhere before. From the position in her rocker, Stella couldn't see the stranger's face. However, she assumed this was the Siri, from the phone call earlier.
"Rem, please tell me whatever you're making will be ready in the next thirty seconds."
"You smell awful, hop in the shower before you come near me with that stench," The brunette joked, "Then we can eat."
Stella could hear footsteps coming towards her and he heartbeat began to speed up.
"Not before I get to kiss my little girl. Daddy missed her so much while he was at work today."
That's when she saw him. Standing over her. The long, dark hair, the smile, the perfectly straight teeth. The familiar feeling of him holding her.
Stella knew this man.
And now that she thought about it, she knew both of these men.
How could she forget? Sirius and Remus, her most consistent customers for almost two months while she was a waitress at Calypso. They were spending their last night in America, and Stella had served them and wished them goodnight. Then.... then...
Then she went into the kitchen!
Yes, that's right. She had gone into the back room when she got a text from her landlord, and completely fell to her knees in a complete mental breakdown.
That's when Sirius came in.
The last thing Stella remembers from that night, or from any night before today actually, was him comforting her and telling her everything was gonna be okay.
And clearly that was a fucking lie.