Dear Diary, My New Mommy

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You come up with a plan. One that is of little risk but offers a wonderful reward...

You're scared of Tesla and you believe her when she says that she has "child proofed" her home. Why couldn't you have been born brave? Anyone else in your situation would have fought harder and probably earned their freedom by now, right? 

Anyway, your plan is simple.  Guilt Tesla into letting you go. If she see's how sad you are with her then she'll feel bad and let you go. It's after all what you would do if the roles were reverse. Who can look a sad little girl in the eyes and continue to be the cause of her pain? 

'My real parents' You think to yourself. Nope, you're not going to think about that or them. As far as you're concerned they're dead to you. They are in your past and will remain that way. 

Tonight you feel violated. Tesla stripped you out of your clothing and gave you a bubble bath. When you tried to resist her she hit you. You are certain that she forgot that you are now in the body of a 5 year old and the hit that probably would have simply stung an adult felt like an iron bar against your face in your new body. The heartbreaking cry that left your mouth was automatically induced by the pain but Tesla didn't understand that either. She threatened you with more punishment if you didn't stop because frowning up your face like that leaves permanent wrinkles, but they don't, you know that because they didn't the first time, but, You're not going to talk about that. 

Tonight, you're laying in your new (temporary until you find a way out) bed. You hate how soft and cozy it feels under your skin. You hate how warm this new room is compared to your crappy apartment. You hate how as soon as Tesla tucks you into bed you fall asleep. 

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The next morning you wake up because there is light shining through the window and directly into your face. You notice you have to pee and it's very urgent. You get up and rush into the bathroom as quickly as your little legs would allow you too. After 'going' you step unto the small step Tesla considerably put in front of the sink for you. You're washing your hands and it's really hard to ignore the girl in the mirror. The idea still scares you, you're not used to it yet. Somehow  your eyes find their way to the mirror. You simply can't believe it. As you study every forgotten feature of little you, you can't help but cry. It's not supposed to be this way. You have to get out of here. 

You jump down from the step before rushing to the room door. You're not surprised to find it locked. Tesla did tell you that it would indeed be locked last night, but that doesn't stop you from trying to forcefully pull and twist the door open. Of course it doesn't budge. You know you shouldn't but little fist pound on the door. In the back of your mind you hear adult you. 'Stop or she'll be mad' but you don't pay attention. 

Frantically pounding on the door you're so close that when it suddenly opens from the other side you fall on your knees. You look up and there's Tesla with a un-amused look upon her face. "Doll, why on earth are you behaving like a barbarian?" 

"I want to go home" You whisper and pout. "I don't like it here" 

What she says next surprises and frightens you. "You ungrateful little brat. Exactly what home are you referring to, that piece of shit apartment?" She's closing the small gap between the two of you so you back up trying to get away. "The one that you were going to get evicted out of. The one that lights were going to get shut off because it's lazy resident couldn't find a job. You're not qualified to sweep floors. You should be thanking me, I saved you and the only thing I get in return are lies, disobedience and downright disrespect" 

You know that you haven't done anything wrong, but Tesla's hurtful words stick with you, somehow they make you feel guilty and worthless. Plus, she's scary. Your back is up against the bed now and your cornered. Trapped. Her hand reaches down towards you and you coward away expecting pain. She grabs your arm roughly and pulls you to your feet. Your face is inches away from hers now. 

"You deserve to be punished" 

"No" You shake your head rapidly. "I didn't mean it" 

"Yes you did!" She yells at you. You're practically shaking. She's so much more taller than you now, so much stronger. 

"I'm sorry!" You plead. "Please don't hurt me" You're trying to pull your arm away but all it does is cause her nails to dig into your skin more. How did it get to this point? All you did was say that you wanted to go home. How is that being bad, you're not a bad girl, you're a good one. "I'm sorry Mommy" You cry. You're hoping that's enough to calm her down, she's so angry with you. 

"No you're not, but you will be!" She states in a harsh tone before picking you up and  throwing you over her shoulder before carrying you out of your room. 

Kicking, screaming and pleading, you're about to learn that there's  a much scarier place than the basement, and that's mommy's room.