A giant hand came down and caressed my face. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Raine cooed from above the crib. “Did you enjoy your Little party? I hope so. It’ll be your last.”
My throat was rattling with my screams, but the bulb of the pacifier made it come out as little more than muffled gurgles. The shield on the abomination was huge enough so an Amazon couldn’t tell if I was smiling or frowning. I tried to sit up and thrash and struggle, but the strap across my chest and the absurdly puffy diaper I’d been placed in muted my movements to simple squirming.
I was both the angriest and the most frightened I’d ever been in my life, but to outside appearances I was just mimicking a particularly excited infant. I was trapped in the Amazon equivalent of a Bronze bull.
How did this happen? How did this happen? How the fuck had this happened?!