You lose your grip, and fall. You land mostly on your makeshift cushion, but your right leg hits the ground. You begin to sob. A couple of your captors open the door, and see you. They walk in, and one picks you up.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Seems like the little baby was naughty and got out of her crib. And now your little leg got hurt, right?" he said condescendingly. His friend smirks. You continue crying. Your leg hurts! The man holding you walks over to a mirror, and you see the bruise on your leg. It is about five inches long, three inches wide.
"Someone should of waited for daddy to come get her, huh?" asks the man holding you.
Your pacifier from earlier is put back in your mouth; you suck on it for comfort. You are carried downstairs, and fed a bottle, and burped.
You are put in a playpen. You lay there and look blankly into space, crying, sucking on your pacifier.
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