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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
When I finally woke up, I was inside the house. I was in our living room.
The thin chain was still attached to my neck, and its other end was
attached to a ring that protruded from our fireplace.
Mom, Randy and Roger were all in the room.
"Ralph, we have to talk," Mom said. She sounded serious, and I got worried.
"First of all," she said, "have you tried talking lately? Because your
voice should have come back like four or five hours ago, at least, but you
haven't been talking. I guess you just forgot about it."
"Hello," I said. My voice was pretty crackly. I swallowed and cleared my
voice, and tried again. My voice came out fine that time - although it was
my new, little-girl's voice which I was quite ashamed of. I had gotten so
used to not speaking that I hadn't thought of trying! I thought back to
some of the events that had occurred, some of the things that I'd wanted to
say to them but didn't even try because I just assumed it wouldn't work.
"Hello," I said again.
"There you go," she said with a smile. "Welcome back to the world of
humanity - at least for now... I don't think I'll be giving you more garlic
for a while, don't worry. Unless you need to be punished or something like
that.
"So, did you have fun outside?"
"Yeah," I said. "Thanks, it was fun." With the chain attached where it was,
I couldn't stand up or sit all the way down; I was forced to stay kneeling
the whole time. I couldn't even sit on my heels - my butt wouldn't reach
them. I looked behind me and noticed that the chain wasn't attached by its
end to the fireplace - it was attached somewhere in the middle, making it
even shorter. Then, looking down, I noticed that my stomach was still fully
visible to them.
"Would one of you mind closing my buttons for me, please?" I asked.
Mom shook her head. "Sorry, but no. It's not worth it. You'll be changing
out of that outfit pretty soon anyway. And we like to look at your tummy.
So, no. Any other requests before we talk about what we have to talk
about?"
"Um, no thanks. Although maybe I should have another piece of carrot?"
"Request denied. Sorry, again. But you'll understand why soon enough.
"OK now stop talking and listen.
"We got a call from the prophet. Just now, while you were outside. That's
why we couldn't make it out in time to give you another piece of carrot.
Sorry about that.
"Anyway, he spoke to all three of us. With bad news. A really bad thing has
happened. Another 'creature', apparently, has gone missing. Nobody's quite
sure what happened to her, but they suspect kidnapping. Her father is
missing as well. And now the prophet's association is urging everyone to
take extra precautions. Apparently there are some bad people who will pay
high prices for 'creatures' on the black market. So we have to do some
things, some things that you might not like very much, to keep you safe.
"The first thing, is that you can't stay here while we go to Tom's - if you
were still thinking about that. Even if you're asleep, locked in some
trunk, hidden in the house, we can't leave you here. It would be too
dangerous. So, sorry, but you'll have to come with us. We'll bring a
locking trunk with us on the trip and if you ever feel like you need to
escape and spend some time locked up, you'll be able to do so - but we'll
have to take you with us wherever we go."
"Well, I was planning on coming with you anyway. I mean, so much has
changed since then... the outfits that I've been wearing these days haven't
been... you know... much more modest than that dress, to say the least."
They all laughed. "So you're ready for a bikini, I guess?"
"No, absolutely not! And I WOULD appreciate it if you gave me more options
about what I wear, especially in front of other people. I'm just saying
that I'm not gonna make a big deal about one dress for one night, if it
means so much to you. And if you still keep the other promises you made to
me."
It looked like Mom wiped a tear from her eye! "Oh, honey, that's so sweet
of you to say! Just know that we all really appreciate what you've been
doing, and we all really respect you for how you've been putting up with
all this, and dealing with it so maturely. Oh, Randy, would you go unlock
her chain for a moment? I need to give her a hug for what she said."
I was happy about this. Randy came over and detached the chain from the
fireplace. He held the end of the chain and said, "Let's go," tugging
gently in Mom's direction.
I hesitated a bit and said, "Do you want me to crawl like before?"
Mom sniffled and said, "You don't have to, baby. It's really cute and
adorable, but right now I just want to give you a hug. So you can just walk
if you prefer."
But I wanted to 'earn' as many 'points' as I could. So I dropped to my
hands and knees and crawled over to her, and then climbed into her lap. I
heard Randy snicker, so I turned towards him and gave him a dirty look.
That just made him laugh even more.
"Thank you, Mommy," I said, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.
She gave me a really nice hug and kiss in return, and said, "Thank you too,
my precious." She was still a little teary eyed, so I licked her tears.
I said, "I get that you have to do some things to protect me. I don't want
to be kidnapped or taken from you, and I don't want you, or Randy or Roger,
to be in any danger because of me. So just tell me what we're supposed to
do."
Mom sniffled and said, "Good girl." Then she surprised me and said, "Randy,
take her back to the fireplace."
At once he came over, lifted me off of Mom's lap, carried me back to the
fireplace and put me down on my knees. "Straighten up," he said, pulling at
my leash. I stretched as much as I could while remaining on my knees, and
he locked the chain back to the ring, as tight as he could, keeping me in
that same position.
"So, for one thing, we're going to get a proper security system in the
house. A very fancy, secure one. It'll be installed while we're gone. The
prophet's agency is actually paying for it and making sure that it's good
enough. That's no worry to you, though. We'll just have to learn how to
operate it when we get back from our trip.
"Something else that is going to be harder for you - you can't go out for
walks alone anymore. Anytime you want to go somewhere, you have to be
accompanied by one of us, or someone who we trust who knows your secret.
When we get back, the three of us are going to have to do some self-defense
training as well as some special training about how to handle 'creatures'
such as yourself. But for now, we just have to keep you close-by. Inside
the house, especially after the new security system is installed, there
won't be any problem with you being alone by yourself. That should go for
the side yard and back yard too, once the new security system is in place.
The front yard will be off limits to you when we're not with you, though.
"Probably the most drastic thing is the next thing I have to tell you
about. And I'll be totally honest, I know that it's a really big thing to
ask. At least it sounds like it at first. If you refuse, then we will
respect your decision and not do it. But we all think you really, really
should. We all think that it's really not as bad as it will initially
sound. So, give us a chance to explain, before you get upset about it, OK?
And if, in the end, you still are convinced that you won't do it, then
that's your choice.
"Most, if not all of the creatures who go through the prophet's agency have
had a security chip implanted in their bodies. Actually two, two absolutely
identical chips. They each act as a back up for the other in the event that
one of them malfunctions.
"The chip is a tracking device, monitored by very sophisticated satellites.
With it, the agency will be able to know where you are always, no matter
where you are. Anywhere on the globe. Even if you're ten storeys below
ground, apparently.
"The main purpose of it is for the unlikely event that you go missing. As
soon as they are informed, the agency can send a retrieval team that will
use whatever means necessary, legal or otherwise, to find you and bring you
back home. They have representatives all over the globe and will find you
no matter where you are.
"In addition they routinely, randomly monitor your movement, and if they
think that you might have gone somewhere unsafe they will contact us. Also,
if WE ever need to, there's a website that we can log onto, with very high
security of course, to find out where you are at any time. Only us, though
- only the people who are registered as your 'owners', which, at the
moment, are me and your two brothers.
"There is one other function. And I asked - it can't be removed or
disabled. But, of course, we don't have to ever use it. So it shouldn't be
a big deal. But, in the event that you ever become totally unruly or
uncontrollable, the chips have a storage of some liquid ginger concentrate
which, as you know, if it were to be let into your system, would put you to
sleep immediately. That can be activated remotely, through the same
website. But, anyway, we can all promise you now that we will never, ever
use that."
Roger interjected. "Unless you ever REALLY become a danger to yourself or
others."
"But that won't happen," continued Mom. "We won't use it for convenience,
or to punish you, or anything like that. In fact, there's only a limited
supply. It can only be used a few times. After that, you would need to get
a new chip."
I felt really surprised and overwhelmed by all this information. A chip? A
tracker? Put inside my body like I was some kind of animal? Having some
organization know where I am and what I'm doing, 24/7?
"That's crazy! There's no way!" I finally said. And I started to get upset.
"Don't get upset, honey. Honest, we're not going to talk you into this. It
has to be your choice. Please calm down, we're just discussing it, but you
get to make the final decision. Randy, unlock her please so that I can give
her a hug."
I started to cry as once again, Randy unlocked my chain from the fireplace.
This time, he put his hands on my waist and lifted me up into the air, and
then put me down again on Mom's lap. Mom took me in her arms and cuddled me
to her breast like a baby, holding one of her arms under my knees and
cradling me.
"Do you need a piece of kumquat to help you calm down, sweetie?" she
whispered in my ear. "I didn't want to give you any before, because I
wanted you to make all your decisions with a clear mind. But maybe, if it's
too hard for you, maybe you just need a little."
I sniffled and shook my head. "No, Mom, I'll be alright. Just give me a
minute."
"Remember to call me 'Mommy', please," she said.
"Yes, Mommy."
Mom held me there for quite a long time, and I calmed down a bit. I started
asking questions. "The girl who got kidnapped, how old was she?"
"We don't know."
"How long had she been a creature?"
"We don't know."
"Did she have a chip?"
"No. She refused it. Or her family did. They were offered one, but they
thought it was unnecessary and, well, invasive. Like you do. Like we all
do. Look. I'll be honest, honey. I wouldn't ever let someone do something
like that to me. None of us would. But your situation is different. Let's
face it, you're NOT a normal kid. You're much better, but you're also a
highly desired commodity now, and that puts you, and those around you at
risk."
"Think about it," Roger finally spoke up. "What if you were taken from us
and brought to some foreign country, where you were kept naked chained to
some bed 24/7, sold to people for sex, for healing, for cheap food, you
name it. We'd have no way of finding you. You'd be stuck there. And you
don't get sick, you live forever, so you'd be stuck in that horrible
situation FOREVER! With this little tiny chip, the moment you go missing we
can get them to locate you and send people to recover you, even before you
leave the city. They're special black-ops people like the ones in Nikita,
they'll stop at nothing, they'll break every law, just to get you back to
us."
After about twenty minutes or so, I was convinced. I agreed.
"Where do the chips go, by the way?" I finally asked. "And does it hurt
when they're inserted?"
"We don't know where they go," Roger explained. Mom, who was still holding
me, was sending a text message to someone. She was shielding the phone from
my view so that I couldn't see what she was sending or to whom. "Somewhere
in your body. But they could be anywhere. They purposely won't tell us, or
you, so that, if some bad guy nabs you, they'll have no way of finding the
chips and removing them. As for it hurting, it wouldn't hurt you because
you don't feel pain. But even if it did, you'll be asleep when they're put
in. They do that so that you can't figure out where they were put."
"I'm really glad that you've agreed, sweetie. You know, we could have just
not told you, and had them put in when you were sleeping. Some owners of
'creatures' do that. But I wouldn't hear of that. I told them that we'd do
it only if you agreed.
"Normally, they like to take you to their institution and implant them
there, in their lab, while running some tests on you and putting you
through a week-long course of safety and obedience training. But I told
them 'no' to that, because we're leaving in the morning. So one of their
lab guys is coming here to put the chips in you tonight. He should be here
within twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes? What if I'd said 'no'?" I asked.
"We hoped you'd come around and say 'yes', since we believe that it's
important for your safety. If you hadn't, I would've called and told them
not to come in the end.
"Anyway, there's not much time, so here's what you have to do. Randy, can
you go up to the attic and get the key for this chain? We can take it right
off."
"Can this necklace finally come off?"
"What? Don't you like it? It looks so beautiful on you," Mom said.
"It's more like an animal's collar than a necklace, especially with it
locked like this. Can I at least have a key to it so that I can take it off
and put it on whenever I want?"
Mom sighed. "Sorry, honey. But you can't take it off. You're gonna have to
wear it all the time. You're right, it IS a collar. It just looks like a
necklace. But, aside from having your name on it, it has some important
features. There's a serial number in small print under your name - that's
YOUR serial number. That's going to be on the chip that they give you, too.
But more importantly, on the back of the pendant, over here, there's a
special, secret button. Can you feel it? Don't press it, just feel it
lightly. If you're ever really in trouble, like you get taken from us, for
instance, and we don't know about it yet - all you need to do is press that
button and hold it for five seconds. Once you have the chips installed,
that button will activate the chips, which will check your heartbeat and
tell them if it looks like you're lying or not, and alert them in the
prophet's association to check where you are and to contact us and find out
if we're with you. So you have to be wearing that always, from now on.
Don't worry, it's waterproof, so you can shower and swim with it on. We
don't even have the key. It's hidden somewhere at the association."
Randy came back down and detached the chain. Mom continued. "So, here's
what you have to do. Go to the bathroom and take off all your clothes, and
take a really hot shower. Randy will give you a big towel. Wrap your self
in the towel and come out. Try to do it quickly. I'll give you your next
instructions when you're done showering."
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I took off my clothes and
stepped into the shower, closing the shower door. Nervously, thinking about
what was to come, I showered in boiling hot water. It was quite soothing. I
hadn't had a shower in a really long time, I realized. I'd mostly been
cleaning myself by licking.
I heard a knock on the door. It opened slightly, and Mom shouted that I'd
been in the shower enough time, and should come out. I used my special
abilities to dry myself, and then wrapped myself in the huge towel,
noticing that my clothes had been taken, even my underwear. I positioned
the large towel under my armpits, and it extended below my knees. I opened
the bathroom door and stepped out. Mom greeted me with the chain in hand.
Without explaining, she turned me around and moved my hair out of the way.
"Your shoulders are so perfect, so pretty," she said, kissing them. Then
she locked the chain to my collar.
"Come, sweetheart, to the dining room," she said.
Randy and Roger were waiting there, holding more chains. I could see that
some chains had been locked to the table legs. They (my brothers and the
chains) were waiting for me.
"Can't I put on some clothes?" I asked.
"Sorry, but no. These are the rules. But we're going to be careful to keep
the towel covering you at all times."
"At least underwear," I begged.
"Sorry, honey. Now, hop up onto the table, carefully so that your towel
doesn't fall away. Now, Roger, you hold her under her armpits, and Randy,
you hold her thighs. We have to position you so that you're lying face-
down, and we're going to do it for you, slowly and carefully, so that your
towel doesn't move by mistake."
It was a really strange feeling. But they did just that, moving me very
slowly and carefully until they'd placed me face-down on the table, with
the towel still in place.
Our dining room table was fairly long, and in my new size, I was only half
its length even with my arms stretched high above my head. They positioned
me just like that, with my arms straight out above my head. The rest, they
did to me with no explanation at all. I just lay there limply and let them
do it. I was too nervous that if I made a wrong move, the towel could fall
off. Mom held the chain that was locked to my neck, keeping one hand on my
back, perhaps to hold the towel in place, while the boys did the rest of
the work.
Roger tightly wrapped a chain around my wrists and locked them together
with a small padlock. Once it was secured, he pulled hard on the chain,
causing me to slide up the table towards him. Randy, who was at my other
end, grabbed my ankles and pulled me back towards him. In the course of
this, the towel seemed to slip out from under my breasts. I noticed this.
So did Mom, who whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, you're face-down so
nothing shows anyway." Roger locked the end of the chain to the bottom of
the table.
Next, Randy did a similar thing, with another chain, to my ankles. He
locked them together, and then pulled hard on the chain. I couldn't move
much, this time, since my wrists were attached to the other end of the
table, but they seemed determined to have me stretched out across the table
as much as possible. Randy locked the end of that chain to the table too. I
was being stretched really hard in both directions. Fortunately, I didn't
feel any pain. After checking their locks a second and third time, Mom
disconnected the chain that had been attached to my neck, saying that it
wasn't necessary.
Next, Mom asked Roger and Randy to put their hands on me - Roger was to
hold the towel against the top of my back, and Randy was to hold the towel
against the backs of my thighs, just under my butt. As they held the towel
there tightly, Mom pulled the rest of the towel out from under me, so that
there was nothing between me and the table. For a moment, she draped the
whole towel over my body width-wise, loosely. But not for long.
She surprised me. She produced a small, plain white square cloth - a cloth
napkin, I suppose. I felt her put it against my legs, and slowly slide it
up and under the towel. She told my brothers to go stand beside my head so
that they wouldn't see anything by accident. Her hand made contact with my
bare butt. Then she positioned the napkin on my butt diagonally, pushing
one of its corners down between my legs, against my crotch, straightening
the other corner up towards the small of my back, and with the other two
corners to out to the sides, towards my hips.
She checked it once more with her hands, and then held it in place with
both hands against my butt cheeks. "Jasmine, stay VERY, very still. Roger
and Randy, lift off the towel."
"No!" I yelped and begged.
They ignored me, though, and did as Mom told them. "Don't worry," she said.
"Everything's still covered." Except 'everything' wasn't. I was lying
there, locked down to the table, unable to move an inch, with my entire
body uncovered except for a small flimsy napkin over my butt.
"Why, Mom?" I asked, being careful not to move.
"Sorry, but it was their instructions, not our choice. But we're keeping
your private parts covered. Just stay nice and still."
Mom smoothed the napkin out once more, making sure it was covering
everything that needed covering. Then, placing a finger against the very
top of my butt crack, she carefully folded the top corner down, and then
removed her hand. The napkin was now triangularly-shaped and just covering
my butt, according to the strictest definition, and nothing more. And then
the doorbell rang.
"Just in time," Mom said, and went to open the door. A gust of wind blew
the napkin off my butt when she opened it. Both my brothers saw. Roger
quickly covered me again and held the napkin in place until the door
closed. Then he folded it down the way Mom had done, so that it would cover
as little as possible.
From the corner of my eye I could see who entered: A big, muscular, rather
fat woman with a really stern face. "Where is it?" she asked as soon as she
entered.
Mom led her into the dining room. Seeing me, she checked my restraints.
Then she touched my back. Then she lifted the napkin and looked at my butt.
She didn't bother to cover me back up, and Randy did it for me. Mom told
her that I was still shy about my body.
"Don't worry, it'll be unconscious very soon. First I have some forms for
you three to fill out."
As they left the room, Mom whispered into my ear, "Don't listen to us."
The woman sat with my mother and brothers in the living room and filled out
all the forms. Finally, the woman returned, alone this time.
She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. Looking in my eyes, she said,
"What's your name?"
"Jasmine," I responded.
She walked around my body, and then I felt her remove the napkin from my
butt. I remained absolutely still and silent, afraid of what might come
next. Then she put her hands on my hips and turned me over, so that I was
face-up. My ankles and wrists had been locked together first, and then by
only one chain each to the table, so I could be turned over easily. I
watched silently as she scrutinized my body with her eyes.
Finally, she came back over to my face. I saw her pick up a piece of
ginger. I can't remember ever feeling so relieved to have my consciousness
taken away from me as I did at that moment. She didn't say a word to me.
She opened my mouth with her hand, and then pushed the ginger into my
throat. I lost consciousness within a few seconds.
When I woke up, I was lying on my stomach once more. I could feel that the
napkin had been placed over my butt once more. I heard the woman talking to
Mom and my brothers. I stayed completely silent and still, and listened.
"It's all been done. It should be waking up any minute, if it isn't
already. If you look at its body you won't see any scars or signs of the
chips. But they're inside. You'll notice over here, at the top of the back
of its neck just below the hairline, a small mark in the shape of a seven-
pointed star inside a circle. That's a special permanent mark that we put
on all the creatures that have chips, so that they can be easily
identified. It doesn't mean that the chip is at that place - it's not. The
sign always gets put there. You can't see it with a naked eye, but if you
were to hold a strong magnifying glass up to that mark, you would see its
serial number in the centre. For identification purposes. Not its name, of
course, because names can change. Its next owners might prefer to call it
something else. But its serial number will always remain the same. It's a
good idea to teach it to remember its serial number.
"Now, each of the prophets, and everyone who works with them, has a small
scanning machine like this. If I touch the machine to you or me, nothing
happens. But if I touch it to a creature like this, anywhere on its body,
you see that immediately it shows on the screen the serial number and name
of the creature, as well as who owns it, where it's supposed to be right
now, and any other information, like if it's been lent out or the like.
"If you ever lend it to someone else or give it to them for a period of
more than 24 hours, you need to call the organization and have the database
updated first.
"And I've shown you the suitcase with the different means of restraining
it, that was a gift from your personal prophet.
"So, I think we're done here. For now, at least. If you have any more
questions, you know how to contact us. Above all, remember that the less
freedom you give it, the safer it is. And remember, it's worth A LOT of
money. But if you ever want to get rid of it, you MUST sell it through us,
so that we can make sure its new owners will know how to treat it properly.
You don't want it falling into the wrong hands."
Mom showed the woman out. Meanwhile, my brothers tried to make conversation
with me.
Emely
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