Chapter #5The First Freedom Fighter by: Baby Tai   You quickly rush into the room and close the door, you press your ear up to the door and to your relief heat the footsteps pass you. You sigh in relief before turning to look at the room your in, it appears to be a bedroom, to the left side of the room there is a large wardrobe while to the right is a desk. In the middle is a large bed that didn't look used in years. You walk around the room slowly as you inspect everything, you have no idea where you are or how you got here, the last thing you remember was entering your home and walking into the kitchen, everything went black after that. You punch the desk as you think about, how could you have let yourself be ambushed so easily? You hear sounds coming from the wardrobe and you decide to investigate, you slowly walk to the other side of the room before suddenly opening the doors to the wardrobe. A boy screams as you do, causing you to scream and jump back, you both stop after seeing it isn't a nurse.
"What the hell are you doing in a wardrobe?" you ask as the boy walks out, he was probably a year or two younger than you, he had bright blonde hair and sparkling green eyes, he was wearing nothing but a used diaper.
"Hiding from those nuns, what else would I be doing?" he asked.
"What the hell is up with this place?" you ask, "why are we here and why are you in a diaper?"
"I suppose you only just arrived," the boy assumed, he looked down at your crotch, "you only have a few drops of pee so I guess you've been here five hours. We were taken as experiments, the air we're currently breathing is filled with chemicals that slowly turn you into a baby mentally."
"Wait, experiments?" you ask, this was crazy, stuff like this only happened in movies. The boy nodded his head in response.
"The longer you're exposed to the chemicals the more you act like a baby, if you've been here five hours you have about two hours before you find it hard to stay dry and another five before you have no control over your bladder, and hour after that your farts might accidentally slip some brown nuggets and from now you have eight hours before you'll be sharing my diapers."
"That's impossible," you exclaim, looking down at your undies, that were slightly tinted yellow from the small drops of pee you let out earlier.
"That's not all, I've only been here a day, the people who have been here a week can't even walk anymore, it takes about two weeks before you can't speak and in a month you've mentally regressed to a baby," he continued to explain.
"How is this possible? Surely people realise the missing people," you reason.
"They take kids who don't have any family, orphans or teens living by themselves," the boy begins to tear up slightly, you walk towards him.
"What's wrong?" you ask, he whimpers before crying.
"My parents willingly gave me up," he informs. Your eyes widen as you hear him, how could any parent give up their child to this horrific treatment, it was barbaric, you hold to boy firmly and let him cry into you, you wanted to protect him, you wanted to help him escape. After a few moments the boy stopped crying.
"We need to get out of here," you inform him, he smiles and walks over to a large painting on the wall, with a little force he moves the painting to reveal a secret passage.
"This place is filled with labyrinths that the nuns don't use, we can get around with them," he explains. "But first we need to gather supplies," he goes to the draws and pulls them out before grabbing some undies for you and all the diapers he can find, he puts them in a bag before walking towards the secret entrance. He turns around and smiles towards you, you smile in return and take a step forward.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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