You did not hire a babysitter

You pushed yourself up, “I’m sorry, but I—“

Something was pushed in between your lips, preventing you from finishing your sentence. Your tongue circled the foreign object. It was large and round and felt like silicon. A large finger kept it in your mouth.

“Shh, baby. You hired me this week. Let daddy take care of you.”

Daddy? Baby? This man must be insane.

You tried to spit out whatever gag was in your mouth, but his strong finger kept it in.

“Keep your paci in while daddy gets you ready for night-night.”

His finger moved away from your lips. You kicked your legs as he began undoing the laces on your sneakers, slipping them off your feet. You spat out the thing and it landed on the bed beside you. Even in the dim lighting, you could make out the unmistakable shape of a pacifier.

In one swift motion, your legs were pushed up to your chest. Your brow furrowed, before a large hand gave 3 sharp smacks to the seat of your jeans.