This choice: Kitchen, where he pulls out a baby bottle and feeds you • Go Back...Chapter #3Kitchen, where he pulls out a baby bottle and f... by: Bellatrix_   You are carried into the kitchen, and the man walks over to the fridge. He pulls out a remade baby bottle, and heats it up. You try to think of a way out of your predicament. You decided that you will escape when these guys least expect it. The man walks into the living room, where he sits in a armchair. A few of his buddies are sitting on the couch, watching football. They are all wearing jerseys, and eye black.
"Open up." instructs your captor.
You refuse. You don't want to humiliate yourself in front of these men. The man holding you pinches your nose. You try holding your breath for as long as you can, but you can't hold it for over a couple seconds. You open your mouth to breathe, and your captor takes the chance to put the bottle into your mouth. Realizing you have no choice, you begin to drink, crying. You wanted to go home. You didn't want to be a baby, in the hands of these men!
After a while, you miserably finish the bottle. The man burps you, and walks upstairs, carrying you. He walks into the room you woke up in.
"Baby needs to go down for a nap." he says, as he took you to a changing table. Much to your embarrassment, he changes your diaper you'd been wearing. It was wet! You didn't even know you'd wet it. You began to cry again. You hated this more than anything you've hated in your entire life.
"Shh, calm down. it's ok, Kim." he says, putting a pacifier into your mouth. You suck on it. What else can you do? You were picked up by him once again, and carried over to the crib, which you guessed was your crib. You were laid down, and covered with a baby blanket.
"Daddy will put on some music so baby can go night-night." he said, turning on some lullabies. It sent shivers up your spine, hearing him say daddy. This man was not your father, and you sure as heck weren't glad he wasn't! You saw him flick off the light, and shut the door. Now would be the perfect time to escape! But sleep is overcoming your tiny baby's body. You can't fight any longer, and you drift off into a peaceful slumber. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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