Abby – Chapter Twelve
There was a slight nudge at my shoulder and I woke up. Night had fallen and the nursery had become shrouded in darkness. Madeline mustn’t have come back after I fell asleep.
I sat up slowly, rubbed my eyes, and let my vision adjust. That’s when I noticed the handcuffs were no longer on me, but examining each with the other hand, I felt the indentations on both of my wrists. I concluded they were taken off recently.
“Are you alright?” I heard Miles’ soft voice nearby. It took a few minutes let my eyes adjust, but soon the black faded into a dark blue and I saw his outline sitting on the crib’s mattress right in front of me.
“I am fine,” I whispered, taking notice that the pacifier was no longer in place.
“How did you get in here?”
“I’ll explain later,” he said with relief.
“We don’t have much time.” With that, his figure was off the edge of the mattress and I couldn’t make enough sense of things in my sleepy state to see where he had gone. It didn’t matter because a moment later the lights flickered on and I had to now adjust to the blinding lights instead of the uniform darkness.
Quickly, the nursery came into focus. The oversized changing table and play pen appeared in front of me, and the crib bars around on all the other sides. Miles was standing by bedroom door, next to the light switch. He seemed to be wearing a newer suit, more formal, but less elegant in appearance. The jacket wasn’t covering his shirt, but rather my body: an observation I hadn’t made earlier.
Looking down at the open suit jacket, just barely covering my chest, I felt my cheeks burn as I quickly buttoned it up. The only other thing I had on aside from Miles’ jacket was the diaper I had messed earlier that afternoon, and the humiliating situation I was presently a part of slowly took effect on my emotions. I began to cry.
Miles walked over to me, wiped away a tear that was dripping down my right cheek, and kissed me. I barely felt the diaper grow as I began wetting myself, and instead kissed him back. The humiliation began to fade as I became more conscious of his lips on mine, and by the time he pulled away, I had stopped crying.
“We have to get you changed,” he nearly cooed. I felt my cheeks burn as I returned to reality. Taking me by my hand, Miles helped me to my feet. The extra weight of the diaper caught me by surprise and I nearly toppled over, but after fixing my footing I managed to stay upright. The jacket Miles had dressed me in while I was asleep only covered the top half of the diaper, and for me, that wasn’t enough to keep my cheeks their usual pale tone.
Miles took me by hand to the oversized changing table and motioned for me to lie down. I gave him a curious look as I took my place on the tabletop, but it wasn’t until I saw Miles from the perspective I usually see Alice, or in one instance Madeline, that I pieced together the situation.
“No,” I whimpered to him, now much higher above me.
“We agreed you needed to be changed,” Miles calmly affirmed.
“I can most certainly do it myself,” I countered, but his response took me off guard.
“I know very well you can handle something as miniscule as a diaper change on your own Abigail, but as I have said before, we are short on time and this is a much faster resolution.” I couldn’t object, although I didn’t know what the significance behind our tight schedule was. Instead I closed my eyes and tried to settle my heart rate. But that didn’t work and the blend of my shyness, insecurities, and pure embarrassment took control. Knowing that the first time my Miles would see me completely naked would be while changing my messy diaper sent me into a panic. I started hyperventilating.
It didn’t last long though. Miles managed to locate another unnaturally sized pacifier from somewhere in the room and slip it between my lips. I admit, although it only multiplied my humiliation, I calmed down rather quickly. This time I could even keep my eyes open to watch the procedure.
Miles wasn’t like Alice and Madeline while changing my diaper. The two maids were always professional and never showed a hint of emotion, but Miles surprised me by keeping the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. But it wasn’t a smile to mock or tease me; it was one of the genuine, heartwarming smiles that would have made me melt if I had been in any other situation.
Miles slid a cold wipe across my skin and I winced at the burning sensation. He continued to clean me gently, but each time the wipe came in contact with my diaper area I would cringe. Prior to this moment, I simply thought Madeline forgot about me in the crib; I didn’t think she intentionally let me sit in the messy diaper until a rash formed. I should have suspected though. Madeline wasn’t the sort of person to let a punishment end just because her time in control had ended. No; she would most certainly leave me a painful reminder of her time with me, and she did a very good job at doing so.
Fortunately, Miles either noticed my contorted expressions or the discoloration of the place my diaper had been and began to rub a cool cream into my skin. The pain instantly faded until it was no longer a bother. A bottle of baby powder was then sprinkled over me, eliminating the humiliating dirty diaper smell and replacing it with a slightly less humiliating baby scent.
When Miles finally determined I was ready to be dressed, I felt a flicker of relief that was short lived. Instead of saving me from this personal Hell and finding me a pair of adult underwear, he slipped another diaper under my backside and taped it into place.
“I don’t need a diaper, Miles,” I protested in vain, my voice slightly slurred by the pacifier.
“I believe you,” he replied, “but it is a precaution for later.”
“A precaution for what?” I asked in my childish tone.
He took me by the hand and helped me to my feet. The jacket fell back over the top half of my diaper and I took immediate notice.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled.
“I brought you another outfit.” Then he turned to the entrance and grabbed the hanger from off the doorknob. On the hanger a pale pink, children’s style sundress was hung. It wasn’t as simple and infantile as the outfits that were in the nursery, and based on the amount of lace and the puffy sleeves, I deduced it was something from my old closet I rarely wore.
“It should cover the diaper completely,” he promised.
He turned around while I took off his suit coat and then covered my body with the dress instead. He was right; the dress went nearly to my knees and did a wonderful job of concealing my diaper. I handed him his jacket as he turned to face me again.
“That is much more suitable attire,” he complimented while putting his arms back through the sleeves of the jacket. I felt my cheeks darken a shade.
“I need to test something,” he whispered almost inaudibly. His mood had taken a serious note so suddenly.
“Do you mind?” I shook my head. I felt the fear in my stomach, but it was mostly the anxiety that was getting to me.
“This time, you will not wet yourself,” he whispered in my ear before he removed the pacifier from my mouth and kissed me.
I felt his lips on mine, and I never before noticed how wonderfully they fit. I memorized the texture and the shape, and before I could extract any more information he pulled back.
“Is your diaper dry?” he asked with deep curiosity. The reality which had seemed so extraneous a few moments ago came back to me.
“Yes,” I responded in astonishment, blushing this time at his question instead of my reply.
“Wonderful,” he said enthusiastically. He then handed me my pacifier back, which I put in the pocket of my dress, and opened the door out of the nursery. We both walked out, him closing the door behind us.
“I have some questions,” I asked cautiously, considering he doesn’t seem to explain anything without me having to ask.
“I assumed you would,” he chimed, seemingly excited.
“I think I can answer all of them now.”
“Alright,” I began, “then explain to me how you got into the nursery. Madeline must have locked the door. My old bedroom must be locked to, but I swear this dress is from my closet and Alice is the only one with the key.”
“It’s the same way I opened the door to the balcony the second time we met,” Miles explained.
“It’s not that any of the doors in this house are locked, but it’s that you and the other maids are under the hypnotic suggestions that you can only open certain doors.”
“Oh, Alice mentioned the hypnosis I had undergone to become a baby,” I informed him, “and how she and the other maids listen to a set of hypnotic tapes as well.”
“Then it seems I wont have to explain that part to you,” Miles said matter-of-factly.
“But Madeline said that Daddy took care of you last night,” I pressed as we walked down the hall.
“What really happened?”
“I asked your father if I could see you, but he declined my request. I told him I wasn’t leaving without you, so he agreed to let me become a member of his staff.”
“But you would have to go through the same hypnotic initiations as the other maids, wouldn’t you?” He nodded.
“I listened to all the tapes, including the one on how to treat you. That is why I didn’t seem surprised to find you dressed as a baby in a crib.” I blushed, but continued the interrogation.
“Then you should be kept from doing anything Alice or Madeline cannot do, like opening the doors of the house or treating me differently than what the hypnosis directed.”
“In theory, you’re right,” Miles smiled.
“But in practice it seems I do not have to abide by the hypnosis and its rules. I can still open every door in the house, which is how I managed to get you out of the crib and into an outfit that was locked away in your old room. I can still witness you walking and behaving like a full adult without feeling the need to tattle on you. I can also still kiss you without wetting myself as I have proven twice now.”
“I don’t understand that last part,” I spoke with confusion.
“I thought, as Daddy’s daughter, I was the only one not allowed to kiss anyone.”
“Actually, all staff members and yourself were all given the hypnotic suggestion that kissing another person will force them to wet themselves. After kissing you and keeping myself dry, I have proven to be an exception to every hypnotic restriction that was intended to be placed on me.”
“Why are you an exception though?”
“There is no definite answer, but I have a hypothesis,” Miles explained as we took a right and continued down the hallways.
“Unlike yourself and the maids, I am not prone to hypnotism. You were under instructions from birth, most likely, and the maids had no willpower when meeting your father since they had nothing to lose. I, on the other hand, still maintain a very strong sense of determination that won’t be altered by hypnosis.”
“So if I am still weak minded, why didn’t I wet my diaper when you kissed me?” It has only been a half hour or so, but I was already comfortable referring to the diaper that I was wearing beneath my dress.
“I will explain later,” he said as we stopped at a white door that looked just like all the other doors. If I wasn’t so absorbed in Miles’ thoughts I would have noticed where we were, but it wasn’t until we got inside that I knew it was Alice’s room.
The room was dark until Miles flicked on the light switch. It was just as I remembered it from last night, except now the white comforter was displaced with a small lump sticking out from under it: Alice.
Miles walked over to the edge of her bed and started to shake Alice awake. She rose from bed in a daze and rubbed her eyes. Looking up at Miles then at me, she was suddenly wide awake.
“You idiot!” Alice yelled.
“You can’t just go get her out of her crib in the middle of the night. If anyone finds out what you are doing-“
“Abigail, walk please,” Miles said to me, cutting Alice off. I did as I was told, but since his instruction to walk was rather vague, I gave awkward glances to Miles as I hoped my walk around the room would suffice.
Alice sighed and got out of bed, still dressed in her pajamas, and started walking down the hallway. Miles and I followed a few feet behind her.
“I don’t get it,” I whispered as we trailed Alice’s footsteps.
“According to the hypnosis I listened to, if an employee sees you acting a certain way, such as walking like an adult, they are required to inform your father. Although I do know which room he stays in during the day, I am not sure where he and your mother sleep. Alice can lead me to them.”
“My mother?” I could hear my voice crack. I hadn’t told him anything about my mother in the past, but he had no reason to conclude she is still alive, let alone living in the same house as me.
“The brown haired woman I had met in the woods has the same voice as the one on the hypnosis tapes that I listened to. That ideology to keep you under control and safe in this house is a parental instinct. Aside from that, you and your father do not have the same eyes, but you and the woman from the woods do. It’s safe to assume that the woman in the woods and the woman who made the tapes are the same person, and it’s also safe to assume that you are her daughter.” It took me a few moments to compose myself to ask the final question.
“But why do you want to find my parents?” He stated simply, “I need to propose the notion of you leaving with me tomorrow morning.”
The End of Abby – Chapter Twelve.
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