Your struggling has managed to wear down the metal, and it snaps right off. Obviously since it was made to hold babies, you were able to get free. You run off, diaper crinkling, your clothes nowhere in sight. You get outside and run down a path, taking a look back to see you had been in some kind of strange faculty. Once you get far away enough, you take a deep breath and sit back, before...
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