Trish felt her fear multiply, but the tears would not come back. She knew she had to escape, “Maybe,” she thought, “Maybe I can act like I’m happy about this, then when her guard is down make a run for it.” She smiled weakly, “No mommy, Trishy will be good.”
Sally looked her right in the eyes, “See, I told you everything would be okay. You’ll be so happy.” Then she started to wipe Trish off. The cool wipe slowly warmed and its scent filled the room. Trish followed all Sally’s commands quickly.
When told to lift her bum she did, even laughing a bit when she felt the diaper slide under her. Inside she was screaming. She knew she only had one chance.