Forever Mine

Hailey's POV

A painful wave rolls through my stomach and I realize the dreaded time has arrived. "Daddy," I crawl towards him on the couch, "I need to go to the bathroom." My eyes plead up at him yet he doesn't seem to notice. Barely looking away from the TV, he tells me to go potty in my diaper. "But it's not pee," I desperately explain. Still his answer remains the same and I settle for holding it in despite my bowels begging for release.

I cannot bring myself to shit in a diaper. Urinating was degrading enough. I used to hate when Sasha used to try to walk in on me when I was using the bathroom. Now I have lost all form of privacy as this man exposes me multiple times a day, cleaning and wiping in places nobody but my parents and I ever have.

As Daddy focuses on the TV, I slowly inch myself away from him as quietly as I can. Every miniscule sound I make causes me to freeze, hoping his attention doesn't fall on me. Once out of the living room, I stand up and frantically search for an actual bathroom. I pass by my room, recognizing the lock outside the door. The hallway is long yet I manage to figure out my way around.

Forever cursed with bad luck, a hand grabs my shoulder just as mine grabs the doorknob.

"What are you doing, Hailey?"

His voice frightens me. It's far past its normal scolding tone. The voice is cold yet sounds so deadly. I swallow and cannot manage to face him.

He grabs my shaking form and instinctively I begin fighting. Kicking and screaming, I put all my strength into it. My stomach hurts so bad but I don't care. Sure, he spanked me but I still do not know what he is fully capable of. Despite my battle against him he picks me up and carries me down the hallway. Once we reach my room, he sets me on the floor.

"You're going to go the bathroom now," he demands, "or you will be punished." I know there is no way around this as he stands intimidatingly above me. Still I cannot help but protest,

"I c-can't," I begin crying as the pain in my stomach and his threats weaken my resolve. Christopher begins taking his belt off and I hastily back away. "You are going to learn to do what I tell you," he barked menacingly. My sobbing increases in volume as he closes the space between us.

"This is your last chance," he warns. I don't want to. I can't stand to. But with no other choice and my face hidden in my hands, I let go.