Christopher has left for work and I'm left alone locked in my stupid overly pink room. I long to call my family and friends. I need to escape. I'm not a damn baby and this man is fucking insane.

I'm afraid to disobey what he says in fear of him hurting me again. He already denied me use of the bathroom much to my dismay, telling me I had to use the diaper. Despite my tears and begging, he still refused.  It was almost as if he took joy from witnessing my discomfort. Eventually my pleads began to annoy him, however, and he threatened to put me over his knee. With my face hidden in my hands, I managed to pee a little. When I finally raised my eyes to him, I saw him smiling. It sent chills down my spine as I uncomfortably shifted in the moist diaper.

Christopher praised me as he changed me, calling me a good little girl and continuously cooed at me. It was sickening but still I remained silent and obedient, I have come to accept I'll just have to pretend to be the perfect baby until I figure out a way to get out of here.

If only I could find the courage to do so...