Babies Innocence

chapter three

Emmett

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'What the hell did he mean by "use your diaper?" Like hell, I was using this thing! Did he really think I would do something so disgusting! I quickly attempted to get up from the big table he had laid me on, but the big crazy man quickly pushed me down. He held my stomach as I humiliatingly wiggled under his grasp. I felt exhausted after only struggling against the grip of this man for a few seconds, I was gonna need my brains in order to escape this place because of how weak I now was. I was breathing hard and was out of breath from struggling so much. The man looked at me with soft pleading eyes.

"Please be still for Daddy, your gonna hurt yourself"

Did he really think I'd give in so easily just because he said such disgusting words? He's pretending to be worried about me when he's only obsessed with this gross little sick fantasy he's got going on. I was lost in thought before quickly being snapped back into reality as I felt fingers slip into the diaper I had on. I froze, my eyes widening in both terror and shock. This deranged stranger I'd just met for the first time fingers was centimeters away from my penis. I lost it, all my exhaustion from earlier's struggle suddenly disappeared and I tried to get up with everything I had, but the man's hold on me stayed firm and I was freaking out. Next thing I know I'm in his arms exhausted again as he bounced me gently. He was rubbing my back and hushing me as I panted trying to catch my breath.

This was seriously really freaky and humiliating. I can't move, and this weirdo-creep is holding me in his arms and treating me like an actual baby. I tried pushing against him, but my arms felt like jello and I didn't have complete control over my muscles. It's like when I try to move one way I'd go the other, only succeeding sometimes. It feels like my freedom has been snatched away from me and I seriously hated this feeling. I didn't have any clothes on either, in such a vulnerable state he was holding me, I felt so embarrassed and no matter how much I struggled he wouldn't let go, he just had to know this wasn't right. I don't even know how this guy could pick me up anyway, It's like he's picking me up and moving me around effortlessly. I had these thoughts but then suddenly realized as this guy held me to his chest that he had some serious muscle on him. I didn't really see it from a distance but this guy had to work out or something.

As this lunatic held me I tried to refrain from shedding any tears, no matter how terrifying this situation is, I refuse to cry. I'm going to find a way out of this place, I'm going to find out if both my friends are ok, then I'll call the police on this guy. I had stopped pushing and was breathing heavily, my energy suddenly felt drained again, but then the guy started moving which startled me a bit. He walked towards the door, and I had decided to start paying more attention to my surroundings or anywhere this guy went. I needed to start thinking up a plan to get out of here as soon as possible. I seriously can't stand this sorta restriction on my movement and this baby crap. The guy walked into the hallway, I had trouble seeing though because it was hard to lift my head, my head kept bouncing and hitting itself against the lunatic's shoulder. Although I could barely keep my head still, I tried my best to see the layout of this place.

The man started walking down the stairs and I held on for dear life, but he walked down the stairs carrying me like it was nothing and I couldn't help feeling annoyed when I heard him chuckle a little as my arms tightened around him. After finally making it downstairs, the man walked into what looked like the living room, and I saw something shocking. There was a lady down there, she was sitting on the couch doing what looked like holding a remote and flipping through TV channels.

Upon seeing her I couldn't help the hope that swelled in my chest. Without wasting a second I called out for help. The lady's head quickly snapped towards me, and when I saw the smile on her face and the look in her eyes all hope was suddenly lost. She had the same look in her eyes that the crazy guy carrying me does, a look of adoration and something quite unsettling, a look of affection as though she was looking at something fragile. I shifted a bit uncomfortable. Now that I was snapped out of that false hope, I suddenly remembered the state I was in. My clothes were nowhere to be seen and a grown man was carrying me like some baby. 

Putting the remote down she stood up and starting walking in my direction. The closer she got, the more I got a better look at her. She was a petit lady with light chestnut-colored hair, light almond colored eyes, and a bit of freckle's dotting her face. I'd even say she was stunning if she didn't have that same crazy look in her eyes as the man.

I nearly had a heart attack as she, without hesitation, placed her hand on my cheek. It was unsettling but I wasn't in a position where I could move away, instead, I clumsily moved my head away, turning it in a different direction, after giving her a glare that could kill. I heard a slight chuckle which I assumed was the creepy lady.

"Someone seems to be grumpy this morning."

I continued to stay silent, I was pissed off at how she gave me the tiniest bit of hope and not even in a millisecond crushed it. I guess me ignoring the lady bothered her a bit because I suddenly felt a hand rubbing up and down my back in what I assumed was supposed to be a comforting motion. I t was supposed to be comforting but it felt weird and creepy, and I definitely wasn't ok with this crazy lady touching my bare back. It only pissed me off more than I already was and I just couldn't hold myself back anymore, I exploded.

"GET YOUR FUCKING DISGUSTING HAND OFF ME, NOW, YOU LUNATIC!! BOTH OF YOU ARE INSANE, LET ME OUT OF HERE! FIX MY BODY!!"

I heard a gasp from the lady behind me, then felt the man's hold on me tighten a bit. I was about to scream and cuss at them again, but before I could the man suddenly moved towards the couch in a quick motion causing my head to accidentally hit the space between his neck and shoulder. He laid me down on the couch and when I tried to get up he held me down with ease. He sat down and  towered over me as he talked,

"No cussing, babies don't curse. You're going to make your mommy and me sad, do you want that? Do you want mommy and daddy to be sad?Hmm?"

He had a serious expression on his face, and I'll admit I haven't felt so intimidated since I was eleven and this kid I beat up brought his brother and his brother's friends and they beat the shit outta me, but I wasn't going to back down. Instead of an apology, the first words that came out my mouth was,

"Fuck.You."

I quickly saw the man's serious expression turn transform into anger and disappointment, and I'll admit I almost regretted saying it, almost, and as far as I'm concerned I've never regretted anything I've done in my life so far. But then the man said something unexpected that both shocked me and made a shiver run down my spine.

"That's it, Emmett, I wanted to be lenient with you your first day home, but your not giving me any choice, If you don't learn early on that it's not ok to cuss and hurt mommy and daddy's feelings you'll think it's ok later on. You've earned yourself a spanking."

Upon hearing those last words that came out his mouth, the color quickly drained from my face because looking into his eyes I could tell he was serious.