Chapter Seven

~ Tyrell

I was sitting on the couch when my P.E.T. came out. Now that she'd cleaned up a bit it was easier to tell her gender. My clothes were obviously way too big. I couldn't help but smile of the sight of her. She was so tiny.

"Did you enjoy the shower?"

"Yes, sir." I gestured to the cushion next to me.

"You look a lot better." She plopped down next to me. "So, I was thinking about getting a collar for you." She twitched. "Although you seem to be fairly well behaved, so I decided to get you a licensed wrist band." I showed her my phone. "What do you think?" She moved closer and squinted.

"It looks good, I guess. I would rather have that than a collar." I smiled.

"I thought so. I need your name, age, height, weight, and eye color." I looked at her. "Would you prefer to fill it out?" She nodded and I handed her my phone. "By the way do you already have a name?" She looked up.

"My name is 1-A." She looked back down. "At least, that's what they used to call me."

"Do you have another name?" I prodded.

"Adaria."

"That sounds much nicer than 1-A." I laughed. She just nodded.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Tyrell Iven." She turned to me with her eyes wide.

"Iven? Like Zaidi Iven?" I was taken aback.

"Yes. He's my father." I paused. "Do you know him?" She turned away.

"Yes. He was the one who did this to me."