Wee Victory

What the heck! My captors just brought me to this strange and odd-smelling place with this other lady which seemed to be very pleasant at first. They seemed to do their usual routine; Undress me, touch this odd device from my head to my toes, put me in this weird-looking U-shaped piece of plastic and then dress me up to go. However, this was not all that was done!

It was very traumatic, I tell you! This was the worst form of torture I have had to endure yet; Believe me, you would have screamed too! They seemed to be up to something at first, because my male captor was holding me, with one of his hands holding my leg, and the other holding my arm. Before I could figure out what was going on however, it was already happening. The lady at this strange place stuck me with a pointed object - A needle I am assuming! The pain inflicted by this device, or moreso what must have been in the needle, was just astronomical. I panicked; I didn’t know what they were injecting me with - Something to try to erase further memories? A little chemical to put me down? I did not know! I’ll admit, I was weak; I screamed out in fear and agony. I did recover my composure very quickly however. This may have been the wrong choice though.

Shortly after I had stopped my wailing and belly-aching, the captors turned my body and then promptly stuck me again. This time I had less time to panic about what was being injected into me, and more time to howl. This one felt like it was burning me up on the inside; Stinging my leg and making just a whole lot of pain for myself to contend with. The pain was so intense, all I could focus on was the pain - There was some panic about what was injected, sure, but it just hurt so much. Whatever was in that needle-like object however seemed to put me to sleep. I only woke up a few times groggily when the sense of hunger was too much to bear. The pain was always there, still aching and nagging at my dozy mind reminding me of what happened hours prior.

Now, we’re here this morning. The pain has subsided, the grogginess has faded, but the question remains; What did they stick me with, and why?

As you all have likely noticed, there is a little box to the right with a yellow underline. For those of you who have not seen it before, it is an EntreCard, a little gadget for this place I write; It not only gives me a chance to try to reach more people with my story and try to get some help with my situation as a captor, but also gives a chance for my regular readers to get a little picture of their choosing on my site.

To build visitors, I go around to other people’s places and drop my card in their box - I’m nor sure how this works as since I don’t actually do anything ‘dropping’ but more like clicking ‘drop’. Through this thing I have met a lot of helpful people and found a lot of odd, interesting and informative places. Sometimes I don’t understand what these places say, so I ‘drop’ on them to say ‘hi’ and continue on my way. I do try to read every place I come upon, it is just so time consuming and a lot of great material.

Hopefully I can continue using this thing to find more people to help me find out more on my situation, how it has happened, and most importantly rectify it and bring pain and suffering upon those who have wronged me!

Well today I have learned a new trick. I finally managed to move my face the right way to make a smile. The first few times I tried this technique, it seemed to fail, because they would apparently quickly check my padded underwear, looking for my special weapons. I must have gotten it right today and for some reason it made my captors strangely giddy and goofy. Maybe they expect me to develop like a typical newborn child; Maybe they assume their brainwashing worked and that I am indeed just an infant. Who knows their motives. I have come to terms that I am stuck in a newborn’s body with the general motor skills of an infant. Maybe I’ll slow my speed of development to slightly faster than average so that I am not suspected of my actions and my actual state of being. Now, how to turn that smile into a tool of their demise.

The device I have been creating to decrease the risk of my detection further. From there, I do hope to post more regularily to this site, as well as start to show some of my findings as well. I have also been working on a device to allow me to capture images as well, but as you will see soon, my captors have been archiving a sizable collection of images of me.

Alright, back to my build; My captors are distracted with my clothing I make a mess of.

Well, it has been a while since I’ve been able so covertly use my device to connect with the outside world. My captors seem to be watching my every move; I do really need to complete my new device soon so that I do not run the level of risk I am now of being detected.  Hopefully within the week it should be ready for testing further; This new device should also allow me further snooping on my captors, as well as some capabilities of expanding my communication with the outside world.

On that note, I must take my attempts to perform various tasks a lot more cautiously from now on; Ever since I managed to roll myself over a few times as well as starting to regain enough motor control to lean up against objects, this newfound effort has also rewarded me with a hand on my belly or some sort of blockade preventing my rolling as well as a very cautious eye during my leaning. If I could cut back on my efforts to develop myself for escape, I could instead focus on other aspects of my escape plans further.  We shall see how this goes.

Until next time; I bid you adieu.